This is a book I never would have picked up on my own and yet I’m so glad I did…
AKA I’m glad it was sent to my house via subscription box, meaning I actually didn’t pick it out…but, you know, whatever.
As ya’ll know, I have read a LOT of romance.
HOWEVER…I don’t typically go for straight up contemporary romance.
If it doesn’t involve vampires, shape shifters, witches, aliens, motorcycle clubs, sports, complete psychopaths, full on erotica, some kind of dark element, or warriors with swords and/or kilts…I’m just usually not all that interested, quite frankly.
…As rough and low as those standards may be.
So a book with a cover like this, with a blurb like this, and with a story line like this would just simply never, ever, EVER in a million years make it into my hands through my own machinations.
I’ve been dabbling in a few different book subscription boxes over the last few months.
Oddly enough, this also happened to coincide with me getting into the whole “minimalist” movement and getting rid of a LOT of stuff. Which is saying a lot considering I was fairly clutter free to being with.
That said, I have majorly cut down on my spending, mostly my formerly overboard and entirely ridiculous amount of online shopping kind of spending.
But alas, I cannot lie…
I missed the high of receiving the packages.
Yes, super lame.
And yet…still super fucking true.
So I figured spending the money on a couple book boxes a month felt less…superfluous than wasting my money on yet another purse, pair of shoes, or completely overpriced pair of running tights when I already have plenty of all of the above.
And, not gonna lie, the shopping high of opening a surprise mystery box that you know at least involves a book is ridiculously addicting.
I’m like a toddler at Christmas in a sea of Fisher Price, people. It’s pathetic and completely immature, really.
But it is what it is.
And I digress.
This arrived in my PageHabit box a month (or two) ago and I was like, huh, ok. Bleh.
But then I was reorganizing my bookshelves (again…because this is another way I have channeled the joy of reorganizing new purchases I no longer receive) and I read the back of this book and decided to force myself to read it.
So, that night, figuring I wouldn’t love it, I cracked this open after work and before bed.
Which led to this status update…
And the rest was history.
I really liked this book.
I enjoyed the characters and the second chance element.
I enjoyed all the OTT drama and angst.
Oh, the angst.
I wanted to punch the main female character in the face a few times, but I figured she was metaphorically allowing so many other people in the book to do it for me (thus my annoyance) that I was miraculously able to hold myself back.
That said, if you are in the mood for a second chance kind of book about Hollywood and the perils of fame and overindulgence, check this one out.
I will definitely be checking more of from this author.
In fact, I already ordered the book involving the other character from the TV show mentioned in this book.
Because, well, #MinimalismFailure as applied to books.