I’m being generous with the 3 stars, but 2 stars feels mean for a book that’s so pathetic. It’s hard to say what I would have felt about this book had my expectations not been so high. Readers have a lot of love for this story – and I had big hopes.
Plot – mope. Mopey mope. Self-indulgent prattling and moping. Plot twist. Dickery. Mope. Mope. Merp.
Fallon was one whiny chick. Ben was a dude. The premise was super interesting. I didn’t hate the writing. I made no connection with this book, and as a result I giggled at some moments that were likely intended to be dramatic and intense. But come on.
I was say this – CoHo is the thing so many romance writers want to be. While she doesn’t have the lightest of hands – she is far more deft than most of the blunt, boring, over-sexed, too-dramatic sob-fests calling themselves romance books.
So if you wanna read some Eeyore shenanigans and you’re really ready to suspend reality then go for it. It’s easy to read in one sitting, and it’s absolutely worth an afternoon.