Meeting Jack on the Owl—San Francisco's night bus—turns Beatrix's world upside down. Jack is charming, wildly attractive...and possibly one of San Francisco's most notorious graffiti artists. But Jack is hiding a piece of himself. On midnight rides and city rooftops, Beatrix begins to see who this enigmatic boy really is.
There were parts of this book that I loved. I really liked Bex and Jack - they were both a bit manic pixie-ish but were very artistic and quirky. Bex has a thing for anatomical drawings and looks a bit like Wednesday Addams. Jack is a tattooed, Buddhist, rockabilly graffiti artist. I know. It’s almost like it’s too much, but it *just about* works. And one of the things that makes it work is how sweet they are together. It’s a tiny bit instalovey, but I think I can forgive them.
We get told a *lot* about how gorgeous Jack is (although his gorgeousness is often referred to in the same sentence as his pompadour hairdo, which seemed a bit odd to me as pompadours are basically the work of the devil) but luckily he has some personality to go with his dashing good looks (and ridiculous hair). The book also talks frankly and openly about sex, which is a good thing,
There was an HEA, which I liked but I could probably have done with a bit more tension within the story. Bex and Jack’s relationship goes very smoothly and while there are some confrontations with their parents, it didn’t really have me on the edge of my seat. The story was still fine, but it was sweet rather than emotional.
There were a couple of things that niggled. Why does the boy always have to be the rich one? Why, as a society, are we still so hung up with this Cinderella fascination? And the pompadour. No, sorry, Jack - you need to get a different haircut if you want to stand a chance of going on my Book Boyfriend list.