There's £5.99 I won't see again

First of all, congratulations are in order - I finished another book that killed my brain cells.

Should've seen it coming, since Stephenie Meyer has a quote on the front cover (that, Lizzy, is a dig at Stephenie Meyer!)

Urrrrgh ... the Girl Who Could Fly was a disappointment! I thought it would be a lovely story, about a girl learning she had this ability to fly and how she practiced and how she became this huge phenomena. Like if Babe: The Sheeppig was a flying girl. Something heartwarming and awe-inspiring, to make you want to fly too.

Instead it was some backwater hick who could fly, who got taken away from her yokel parents to this secure facility. And it turned out the woman in charge was evil, and drugging the kids there to make them 'normal'. And the bully kid turned out to be the genius trying to save his friends. Then it turned out he could plan an escape. Then he stabbed them in the back. Then the girl lost the power of flight, and one of the kids had the power of healing (which he'd forgotten until that moment) and gave it back to her. Then they staged a coup, and broke free, but the woman in charge escaped and it turned out she could fly, and had killed her sister doing it, and they fight in mid-air before the woman has a change of heart and falls to her death. And then they all live happily ever after on the farm the backwater hick came from.

Well, goshdern it all, if it don't not read like that above statement with this here below type talking.

The plot twists were so contrite, like she'd written them because she realised she worked herself into a hole. Nothing made sense, because none of it was organic. Sometimes Victoria, you have to let the characters take charge. If you want them to get from A to B and they discover point C in between, let them go in that direction ... you'll be surprised how many plotholes you can cover up that way.

I'm sick of disappointing books. I mean, Solace wasn't ... I'm onto the Carrie Diaries now.