Whilst enjoying this novella trilogy, I can't say I would exactly be in a rush to read it again. The first installment was so full of promise, the second felt completely flat, and this third one felt too pushed and pulled together at the end, to give some semblance of everything being neatly tied together. I don't know what ending I was expecting, but it wasn't that. 
 Charlie and Silas are childhood sweethearts who both are suffering from a continual cycle of amnesia. Whilst attempting to piece their fragmented memories back together, they are also deciding who they were, who they are, and who they want to be in the future. 
 The plot sounded so promising, but, for me, it failed a little in the delivery. The ending was sweet, I guess, but I wanted more answers, more fever and more torment! The three parts all meshed together to culminate in a moment that, whilst taking up just under half of the third novella, felt rushed and insincere. 
 Maybe the fault lay in the reader and not the author: I am a self-processed loather of romance and here I am reading a book predominately based around adolescent love. What was I expecting? As I said, I'm not too sure, but it certainly wasn't this!