Review: The Boy Who Sneaks in My Bedroom Window by Kirsty Moseley

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Kirsty Moseley

Amber Walker and her older brother, Jake, have an abusive father. One night her brother's best friend, Liam, sees her crying and climbs through her bedroom window to comfort her. That one action sparks a love/hate relationship that spans over the next eight years.

Liam is now a confident, flirty player who has never had a girlfriend before. Amber is still emotionally scarred from the abuse she suffered at the hands of her father. Together they make an unlikely pair.

Their relationship has always been a rocky one, but what happens when Amber starts to view her brother's best friend a little differently? And how will her brother, who has always been a little overprotective, react when he finds out that the pair are growing closer? Find out in The Boy Who Sneaks In My Bedroom Window.

Review: 

If I had to choose one word to describe my reaction to The Boy Who Sneaks in my Bedroom Window, it would be “aghast.” I’m stunned and horrified that there is actually a book as terribly written as this one, and I’m even more stunned by the number of people who seem to love it. This novel has an average of 4+ stars on Goodreads, for Pete’s sake! I just don’t understand it.

The issues began during the very first chapter and didn’t let up at all as the novel progressed. To start with, the writing is absolutely horrendous. Rather than flowing, the action of the story is very jerky and disjointed. Boom! A problem arises. Boom! The problem is immediately solved. Boom! Another problem arises. Boom! That problem is immediately solved as well. It didn’t work for me.

Another thing that irritated me to no end was the repetition in this book and how all of the characters sound like leering assholes. In Moseley’s world, there are apparently only two types of people: holier-than-thou saints like Amber, who turns up her nose at all of the “sluts” and “man whores” around her, and said “sluts and manwhores.”

Every character but Amber is basically a leering, foaming-at-the-mouth skeezeball, every guy trying to get in Amber’s pants and every girl trying to get in Jake or Liam’s pants. Hordes of “sluts” literally swarm Jake and Liam’s car every morning in the school parking lot, to the extent that Amber has to swim free of the mob. It’s just absurd. Everyone speaks like they’re in some swanky porno, and if I have to read the words “fine-ass,” “sweet-ass,” or “sexy-ass” one more time, I’m going to spontaneously combust.

There’s a lot more I could say about why I disliked this book – the prevalence of run-on sentences, the grating “voices” of the characters, the overabundance of cooing and groaning, the unrealistic and unoriginal interactions between Liam and Amber – but I think I’ll stop here. I’ve spent too much time on The Boy Who Sneaks in My Bedroom Window already and am ready to move on to bigger and better things.

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