The first book was mindless fluffy cuteness and I liked the characters enough to just jump into this second book without reading the blurb. A partir de allí su vida se viene abajo; pierde la confianza en si misma, su fuerza vital, sus ganas de vivir. I've thankfully never ever come close to being in a situation like this, and I can deal with reading about it.

If I hadn’t been wearing that dumb skirt and had been in my usual jeans, he wouldn’t have been able to do it so easily. Rather than this being a real and relevant story about overcoming trauma, Four Years Later instead follows a girl pining after the "love of her life" after he breaks up with her and he sleeps with horrible "sluts" that she hates to get back at her and she just wants to talk to him and can't leave the apartment because she is so depressed that he left her and, oh yeah, her entire being was violated in the worst way imaginable . I'm salty that she ends up marrying this kid who so willingly told her to go fuck herself without so much as an "what happened? I wasn't completely blown away by the story itself at the time but I certainly enjoyed it enough to read it in one sitting and immediately move on to this sequel.Here we have book 1 being cute and fluffy and book 2 with the same main characters being dark and heavy.

What baffles me most is how these people have known her forever and even questioned why she would sleep with Robbie but never thought to ask her what happened? If she had written this, and ended it at the end (before the epilogue) and had her permanently dump Ryan’s butt. This is a world where athletes all over this fucking country get away with assaulting women on a regular basis just because of how good they are at their sport, and why would I want to put myself through that?

Ryan was really toxic in this book and Becca shouldn't have to put up with that no matter how much she loved him.