When I was six months old, I dropped from the sky -- the lone survivor of a deadly Japanese plane crash. The newspapers called me Heaven. I was adopted by a wealthy family in Tokyo, pampered, and protected. For nineteen years, I thought I was lucky.
I'm learning how wrong I was.
They say your life begins on your wedding day.
Here's what happened on mine:
I lost the person I love most.
I learned that everything I knew about my family was a lie.
Now I'm being hunted. I must fight back, or die.
I didn't love it. But I also didn't hate it. It's mediocre. There's not really much plot and what plot there is is bland. It was easy enough to read, although the format was strange with the diary entries and that. It brings up lots of questions but answers none of them. I won't bother picking up any of the other books in the series, I don't really care enough to find out what happens.
