Looks like I'm in the minority with this one, but I could not finish this book fast enough. Not because the story was so enthralling - oh no. I couldn't wait to be done with this confusing, droning novel and move on to something else.
If it weren't for my reader-OCD I would have dnf'd this. I had no idea what to make of Ivo and Stella's relationship; not in a "this is so complex and fascinating, passion is a mystery" type of way. In a literal "do they even like each other?" way. One second Stella is professing her undying love for Ivo and two sentences later is yelling at him to never touch her again. The exploration of this back-and-forth is shoddy and left me uninvested in their love story. I didn't care whether or not they loved each other; it was going to change in the next paragraph anyway.
For a book titled "My Soul Twin" and branded as a passionate love story, there was hardly any investment in the positive side of Ivo and Stella's relationship. All we saw was the abuse (both physical and emotional), and the good was treated as an afterthought. We are left to just accept that she loves him, that's that, don't ask more questions.

This book really lost me when they went to Georgia. The journalistic investigation was supposed to serve as a parallel between Ivo and Stella and the people Ivo was investigating, but it made absolutely no sense (as evidenced by 3-page long monologues trying to pull all the disparate pieces together that, in the end, don't fit.) I was so baffled by this plot line until I realized the author is Georgian-born; this feels like an attempt to pull in the author's heritage and talk about the Russian-Georgian war despite it not serving the story whatsoever. It felt clunky, forced, and ultimately confusing.

Unfortunately, after about the 225 page mark I had to skim the rest. And honestly, I didn't miss a thing.