Love triangle? Check. 
 Mary Sue? Check. 
 Every single annoying YA trope? Check. 
 Personal Demons started out with lots of promise. The summary seemed promising. The cover looked promising. I've always been a fan of paranormal romance, so even the title was promising. 
 But boy, this book was such a letdown. 
 I was tugged on a rollercoaster when I read this book. I went into it with high hopes, but was slightly disappointed when it started to drag, extremely annoyed for a while because of the love triangle, and finally, glued to the last 20 or so pages when the plot picked up again. But overall, this book came off bland and recycled for me. It's like every level of cliche that the YA genre has ever had. There's nothing to distinguish it from any other paranormal romance book. 
 Frannie, the MC, (what kind of name is Frannie anyway? sounds like a grandmother's name tbh) was the literal definition of speshul snowflake and it wasn't long before she started to annoy me no end. She spends the whole book vacillating between Luc and Gabe, kissing one in front of the other, and claiming that she normally "lets" her best friend Taylor have the guys but this time she wants to keep both. If she's not stringing three guys along at once (there's one more ex-boyfriend who wants her back), she's whining about not having a normal life after finding out she's the most special of the special snowflakes. Ring a bell? It should. We've seen this trope played out countless times before. It gets old. 
 Halfway through the book I was completely put off by the love triangle. I'm not one of those diehard love-triangle-antis - I actually enjoy it once in a while. And so I didn't mind at first, but after a while, when the love triangle began to replace the plot, I got bored easily and quickly. The story began to drag because it was mostly about Frannie's angst over which boy to choose instead of advancing the plot. 
 Personal Demons would be perfect for a reader newly exposed to YA who enjoys the paranormal romance genre. Otherwise I generally wouldn't recommend picking up this. The book just gets increasingly boring, and there are really too many cliches that are glaringly easy to spot. Which is a shame because there was actually one point I thought I might rate it higher. But Lisa Desrochers apparently can't write her story out of the box.