White Fur by Jardine Libaire started out as a fast paced modern, urban Romeo and Juliet story. It was a quick read and engrossing; things seemed to happen to them vs. their making conscious choices. There are a lot of red flags in their relationship–neither seems quite mentally stable but they middle through. Then about 2/3 of the way through it suddenly turning into a bizarre, hysterical anti-drug screed. The couple did not do drugs together, then Jamey “Romeo” had his drink spiked and suddenly went into a crazed psychosis that he never really recovers fully from until perhaps the last few pages. It was like Reefer Madness all over again.
I also found it very unrealistic that when he was hospitalized, the doctors refused to take orders from his wife, Elise “Juliet” who would have legally been able to make his decisions for him and instead followed his (legally) estranged family’s orders. That is just illogical and incorrect. What his family wished should have had no bearing on his care what so ever, from which hospital he was admitted into what treatment he received. It is a shame because the book had promise but then dissolved into such nonsense it was hard to finish. I won’t even get into the fact that they worked low paying jobs yet could afford airfare to India and eating out at near every meal after Jamey disowns his wealthy family.