3 Not Sure How I Feel About This One Stars
But I’m gonna be nice and rate it on the high side.
This is going to be short(ish), as:
1) My ass hurts from doing too many squats yesterday, and it’s starting to hurt to sit on it.
2) I’m in a bad mood.
3) I’m in a bad mood.
4) And, as I said above, I’m not really sure how I feel about this book.
I mean, I liked it, but in kind of the same way you sometimes you really like broccoli and other times it just tastes like dirty arugula with a side of ass.
This is my 50th Kristen Ashley.
Yes, you read that right: 50.
Spelled out: FIFTY
And, if you follow any of my reviews, you know that while I fucking LOVE Kristen Ashley, I have been…disillusioned with some of her more recent releases, AKA:
So, needless to say, after “that which should not be mentioned” I have gone into every subsequent KA book with some marginal fear and a shaky side of hope.
Cause, you know,
But, after seeing the 5++++ Star blast reviews all over my feed, I had to fight not to get too excited about this one.
Now, don’t get me wrong.
I really enjoyed this….for about the first 50% – and despite the fact that the first 50% gave me some major Deacon déjà vu in the sense that there was a lot of “tag you’re it” slam-bam-thank-you-ma’am scenes with not a whole lot of dialogue between our two main characters.
Something else I really enjoyed?
With the exception of a choice few ladies…
-Sadie, from Rock Chick Regret
-Josephine, from The Will
-And MY ULTIMATE HOMIE, Cher, from Hold On
…ALL of KA’s heroine are very similar in my opinion.
As in, interchangeable twinsie similar.
But for the first 50% of this book, Olivia was feeling pretty unique and singular.
She was reserved, she was poised, and she was without the KA required female “posse.”
In short, she just felt different than the rest of the KA chick pack.
Anyone who knows me knows that I fucking LOATHE the endearment, “Honey.”
Because it reminds me of my grandmother.
Who for my ENTIRE life has always answered the phone, “Well, hi honey.”
In the SAME exact tone.
Every time I call her.
Since I could talk and thus required to call grandma.
Every. Single. Time.
So over 30 YEARS worth of fucking Honey‘s, people.
Now I love it from my GRANDMA.
Because I LOVE my grandma.
But, when used in a romance novel?
By the heroine?
Seriously though, it’s like cold water being poured over a hot sex scene.
I mean, can you imagine? Reading this:
“Oh yeah, harder, HONEY.”
With THIS is your fucking head?
It makes me shudder.
It literally makes my vagina try to crawl further up inside my body.
Like a fucking turtle shriveling into its shell out of fear.
And not only that, but once the “honey’s” started to suddenly appear in Olivia’s vernacular, it’s like her entire characterization up until that point completely disappeared.
It’s like KA just took her out of the story.
And replaced her with [insert virtually ANY other KA heroine here].
And with the “Honey‘s” came the “Uhhhh’s…,” and “Ummm’s…” and the sudden inability to walk in a straight line without clumsily falling the fuck over.
But what can I say, I guess Olivia was just a “cute,” “fuckin’ nut” like every other single KA heroine there is.
Now obviously I go into every KA KNOWING that I am going to get all of the above; but when it didn’t happen for the first 50% – when Olivia seemed to be a heroine that was going to stand on some feet of individuality?
I got excited.
Thus, when 50% hit, the “honey‘s” arrived, and Olivia seemingly departed?
I was BUMMED.
The story itself was pretty good though.
It was nice to see Nick get redeemed – even though the majority of that redemption happened off page during the four-year gap between the prologue and where the crux of the story begins.
And, of course, there was the awesome epilogue we all have come to expect from KA, plus some good groveling.
However, the loss of Olivia’s character was just so disappointing to me that I had trouble overlooking it.
But I have hope that my love for this story might grow once I re-read it a couple times.