I'd do nothing but reading if I could (ok, maybe eat some great food, buy some fancy shoes between two books...oh, and spend some quality time with the gorgeous guy I married while I am on reading-break anyway...)
Not exactly sure why.
Maybe they were both too tortured, too damaged, too traumatized.
And the back and forth between them was rather tiresome.
It had all the nice ingredients as the others, but somehow it dragged a little.
On to the next one.