I followed my best friend to London thinking it would be an adventure full of excitement and bright lights, only to find myself in a shitty little corner of the city.
I'm now immersed in a world of bad boys and dirty fights.
My saviour complex is stretching to Finn West. He's dark, mysterious, grouchy, and a fighter. I can't help but want to push his buttons and see if I can crack that surly frown into a smile.
Maybe the connection I feel with him is real, or perhaps it's just the fanatical imaginings of a lonely girl, wanting a lonely boy. After all, who wants to be alone?
I just want to be left alone, stick to my routine, but no. Hope McGrath sure as hell can't let that happen.
I like order, control, I need it. She's like a tornado of sheer chaos, trying to rock my very structured life on it's foundations. She annoys the shit out of me on a daily basis, but somehow, I've come to enjoy her dragging me to her weekly bingo outings.
No matter how gnarly I am, she always comes back for more with her long legs and her loud mouth.
I don't need her in my life, even if I find myself thinking about her, her lips, her body...I don't need her.
Finn is quiet and moody and likes order. And Hope is total chaos. She is a hoot! She crashes in and totally endures herself to Finn. But she is secretly insecure about herself, and Finn is holding secrets that prevent him from being close to anyone.
I loved both of these characters. War Poppy made me cry, but War Hope, while still handling a serious subject, made me smile and laugh - from Hope dragging Finn to Bingo night and her crazy nemesis, Opal, to her changing a baby's diaper, to sparring back and forth with Kyan. Hope made me fall in love with her. Finn didn't have a chance.