When I was 14, I was obsessed with this book. Evermore came swooping in on the coattails of the Twilight film, and that's exactly why I was so into this series. At least, until after the third book. My taste in literature was changing and I was getting sick of the same problems being replayed in every sequel. Don't read this if you don't want any part of this spoiled, because I'm not going to waste my time reviewing the other books of the series - my qualms with the entirety of the series are in the last section. 
 After a brief reread we have this psychic, extremely traumatized, virgin high school girl who thinks she's all that and some more and constantly hates on the 'sluts' at her school (SLUT SHAMING I'M ALREADY IRATE BYE EVER). I mean, they tease her and talk smack about her so clearly their sexuality should be a defining characteristic. In walks in the gorgeous/rich/player-esque/former model immortal boy. OMG SWOOOOON. Ever can't decide if she likes him or not, but once we get to the end love saves the day because the two of them are head over heels/constantly expressing their undying love for each other. Gag. 
 This book has the most random plot and draws from a multitude of mythologies to create....a hot mess express. If there were a synopsis for the whole series, it would go something like this - Ever is a virgin blahblahblah she can't have sex with her hot immortal bae until they find a cure that won't kill him whatever but love will always save the day. The end. #truelove 
 This review happened because I'm cleansing my bookshelves of crap books.