Oh the delicious grovel, how I adore thee!
Shout out to my homie Bev for drawing my attention to this angsty “prostate thyself” sandwich of ooey gooey goodness!
Seriously, this thing was like a party in my mouth.
I just ADORE books where the H has done fucked the hell up and spends the majority of the book trying to wheedle his way back into the h’s good graces.
And boy does he ever.
Books like this seem to be more of a rarity these days, so this was a true diamond in the rough that really got my grovel motor running.
Plus, this one had the added element of being about a married couple, which I really enjoyed.
In a romance book world filled by the insta love phenomenon that seems to be all the rage these days, this was really refreshing.
NOT knocking the insta-love, feral fangirls, calm down.
Me love the insta-love long time (when it’s done right)…I’m just saying it’s nice to read about an established couple with some history now and then.
This was also a different read in that it was about a failing marriage – as evidence by the title, derp! – some of the more realistic everyday woes of marriage, and the hurdles that arise from the whole “opposites attract” situation.
Being that my husband and I are two twinsie peas in an easy going OCD pod, I found it especially interesting to read about how Chris and Jenzy dealt with being type A Alpha asshole v Positive Hippie Patty on a daily basis.
Not gonna lie, Jenzy’s constant crystal incense horoscope reincarnation mantra would drive me up the Great Wall of fucking China.
Speaking of Jenzy and Chris…
I LOVE the name Jenzy.
And I hereby announce that I have decided I am going to be named Jenzy in my next life.
I will also be a rainbow unicorn that farts fairy dust, stomps around to the soundtrack of Say Anything, and can eat unending amounts of chocolate without getting the horsey-chubs.
But I digress.
Well, Chris is my husband’s name.
And I must say, reading a book with the H having the same name as my husband – and being about a failing marriage, no less, was quite a hoot.
Another thing that made this book so thirst quenching was the ending.
Chris’ final “gesture” was so beautiful it actually made my black heart almost leak.
So there you have it.
If you like groveling, this book is for you.