Fucking day

I've completed the Leaving Paradise series. My patience was constantly being tried. I'm proud of myself that I followed it to the end. All in all, those books were very good, albeit a bit tiresome and sort of confusing on many levels. The hero and heroine kept dodging each other and from facing the truth for the better parts of both books in this series. Their feelings and resolution wavered almost all the time. One second I thought they've come to a decision, the next they run back to hide in that imaginary labirinth of theirs again, refusing to look right next to them where the truth has always been in plain sight. Besides their feelings for each other, there are many other things that confused me but I won't bother to go into details, since I've mused them over during the day. And they seem to click into place, though not completely. Again the ending was kind of rushed, but it was a very good ending nonetheless.
You know, I think there are storytellers who are either excellent or suck at beginning or carrying on or ending a story. In Simone Elkeles' case, I don't think she will ever have any problem with making a dashing and swooningly romantic endings. Hers are always good and keep me daydreaming for days afterwards. 
One other thing I've deduced from reading the stand-alone Perfect Chemistry and the two books in Leaving Paradise series is that Simone is better at writing stand-alone books. Writing series may not be her style, because basically the story was in the rhythmn of a merry-go-round dance. It went on and back, on and back, repeating the circle over and over until I was left breathlessly frustrated. I love the series. They are packed with helpful life advices and lessons. But I think it will be a long time until I revisit these two books, if I do it at all.

I then had a try at reading Beautiful Creatures, but gave up after reading for a short while. I don't know how the story is going to turn out since I dropped it before getting to any important parts. But right now, I can not handle another excruciatingly slow-paced book. On top of it, the hero's point of view was painfully girly. I am in need of a badass hero at the moment, so I said goodbye to it without promising to visit it anytime soon. 
My current choice of reading is Wings by Aprilynne Pike. It's rather good so far although the heroine was quite self-aware of her own beauty and grace.

Today has been a very FUCKING day. Pardon my language. My mood right now demands some use of cussing as an outlet for all my build-up angst.