Taking Chances (Taking Chances, #1) by Molly McAdams

Taking Chances (Taking Chances, #1) by Molly McAdams
Series: Taking Chances #1
on April 16, 2013

Her first year away is turning out to be nearly perfect, but one weekend of giving in to heated passion will change everything.

Eighteen-year-old Harper has grown up under the thumb of her career marine father. Ready to live life her own way and to experience things she's only ever heard of from the jarheads in her father's unit, she's on her way to college at San Diego State University.

Thanks to her new roommate, Harper is introduced to a world of parties, gorgeous guys, family, and emotions. She finds herself being torn in two as she quickly falls in love with both her new boyfriend, Brandon, and her roommate's brother, Chase. Despite their dangerous looks and histories, both men adore Harper and would do anything for her, including taking a step back if it would mean she'd be happy.

What a freaking mess!!!! What in the hell was I thinking picking this book?!
If the previous one I read didn’t stir any emotion, this one is the complete opposite.

Long story short, there’s this eighteen-year-old girl, who moves across country to start college, away from Sir (her very strict and detached single Army dad). In just a couple of weeks she manages to fall in love with 2 guys (and they with her), plus there’s this best friend from home who moves there too, because it appears he loves her too. So there you have it. A HUGE FREAKING MESS!

Most part of the book I was like this:

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This book is the definition of love triangles. I tried really hard not to judge or make assumptions, always thinking “it’s fiction, it’s a story, chill”, but I couldn’t.
Not even now, I can’t understand why and how. I don’t see the world in black or white, I don’t dismiss the idea of a love triangle, because life is complicated and there are always grey areas, but i need more convincing. I need strong reasons.

I hated how the story progressed and what happened. It didn’t deserve that ending and I didn’t find fair. The hero/heroes are too good for the heroine. Ugh! Even now, thinking about everything that happened I feel aggravated and frustrated, which is the total opposite of my idea of pink fairy tales.

One more thing: I don’t regret reading it.