When I first started reading I got really excited. The two different POVs seemed smart and interesting and I thought it was going to be fun reading about them. There was a really good plot potential right from the start. What could go wrong? 
 Well, let me tell you. I am fed up of this stupid-ass insta-luvlust crap. They both seemed mildly interested until they met each other and after that I had to suffer through pages of: 
 "God, she's beautiful" "He's gorgeous" "God, he is so good-looking" "He really was completely gorgeous" "he was spending way too much time thinking about her" 
 yeah, no freaking kidding. Why do these people always have to be so perfectly gorgeous they can't shut up about it?! Attractive characters don't bother me, hell, there's that shallow part of me that prefers them sometimes, but I don't want to read pages and pages about that alone. I would much rather read about some form of plot than the "slant" of their "cheekbones". Which leads me onto the massive info dumps that crop up whenever either Alex or Willow are drooling over each other. Subtlety please? And please stop telling me their mindless, pointless feelings. "Remembering her anguish in the desert the month before, Alex felt a rush of love and admiration for her." How about instead of boring me to tears with that line, he squeezes her hand or something? 
 And then there was the repition at the beginning between them two, it went on for ages like: 
 He's hot. 
 She's an angel, she must be evil. 
 Oh he's a meanie, why's he being mean? 
 Oh! She's pretty! Why am I being mean again? Oh she's an angel. 
 He's so rude and mean! 
 *ignores eachother* 
 *stares into eachother's eyes* must be insta-lust! 
 and repeat 
 Willow seems pretty annoyingto me. I would've liked the fact that she wanted to make sure her parents were alright before she left but she didn't. The author tried to make out like she cared about the welfare of her family, but her actions speak otherwise. She didn't make any effort to call them; only later when Alex throws away her mobile is she all like, Oh! But I want to call home!. *eye roll*That whole conversation in the car where he was trying to get her to leave just literally pissed me off. Later on he says "her love for her mother was obvious; no wonder she hadn't wanted to leave her" and I just facepalmed so hard for so many reasons. One, what seventeen year old guy thinks like that?! Two, he had been looking at a photograph (conveniently in her wallet) that showed her "protectiveness" or some such shit. Three, That girl made the honest to god worst attempt at making sure her family were alright?! 
 The POV started getting weird: "And now she was over a thousand miles away from home and might never see her mother again . . . !". Oddly enough, that is actually Alex thinking that about Willow. What's the point in switching POVs when all Alex talks about is her and her AHWSOMENESS anyway? 
 At the beginning I thought her being good with cars was going to be a cool quirky thing, like yeah, I can have a cool hobby sorta thing. But no. It was clearly just an annoying little skill for her to able to whack out later and show off with so she doesn't look so pathetic. Why did it have to come in handy? It just seemed so forced. Willow herself is not the worst thing ever, but the author's portrayal of her is pretty appalling. She tried to big her up in the old-school twilight method--making her look selfless and good and all that. Personally, I would've liked her so much more if random bits of narrative stopped going off on a tangent on the most menial things about her. 
 There was a decent plot but it wasn't a great book. I'll probably read the next just to see what happens. Would've probably loved it if the author could've created a non-superficial romance where the characters can think of anything other than how hot the other is.