Greer Hennessy is a struggling movie location scout. Her last project literally went up in flames, and her career is on the verge of flaming out. Now Greer has been given one more chance - a shot at finding the perfect undiscovered beach town for a big budget movie. She zeroes in on a sleepy Florida panhandle town. There's one motel, a marina, a long stretch of pristine beach, and an old fishing pier with a community casino - which will be perfect for the film's explosive climax. There's just one problem: the town mayor, Eben Thinadeaux. Eben is a born-again environmentalist who has seen huge damage done to the town by a big paper company. The bay has only recently been re-bom, a fishing industry has sprung up, and Eben has no intention of letting anybody screw with his town again. The only problem is that he finds Greer way too attractive for his own good, and knows that her motivation is in direct conflict with his. Will true love find a foothold in this small beach town before it's too late and disaster strikes? Told with Mary Kay Andrews inimitable wit and charm, Beach Town is this year's summer beach read.
I actually finished reading this two days ago, but I've recently become insanely obsessed with a silly game on my iPhone, and I've been ... distracted Luckily, I remember enough about the book to clearly remember that for the most part it was ... ok. Actually, probably not quite as good as ok, but the setting fed my optimism bias enough that I'll remember it as being an ok read.
The MC is a location manager for the film industry, tasked with finding the perfect "Old Florida" town: run down, palm tree laden, white beach bordered. This mandate was arguably the most interesting part of the writing for me; as a Florida cracker myself, I actually remember "old Florida" and genuinely wish we could bring it back. And I have to say, Andrews nailed "old Florida" in a way that's startling, especially given that Andrews is a Georgia girl. Cypress Key (which I'm assuming is fictional), is described as just outside of Gainesville and Alachua, so definitely in the northern part of the state, but her description of it so closely mimics my own home town - right down to the old casino at the end of a pier and a decrepit boathouse at the base of the bridge, that I felt right at home.
The rest of the story though, was just plain average. The romance didn't spark, the lack of reality in the timelines, and complete absence of the red tape involved in filming a movie; the complete cliche of the 'star' being an out of control coke head. All of this just felt dialled in and lacked any of the complexity that I've found in Andrews' earlier work. It was ok enough that I don't regret buying my copy used, but had I bought it new I would definitely have felt underwhelmed with Andrews' effort.
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