Reviewed by Amanda on
So. I heard about Maya Rodale a while ago, saw this book at the library, read the synopsis and promptly put it back. It's not my kind of thing.
I went back recently, determined not to read the synopsis (even though I'd not forgotten the general idea of the book -- apparently I thought willfully ignoring the synopsis this time would make it better, I don't know), and picked it up. Again.
And I'm glad I did. Because Maya Rodale's writing had me snorting with laughter. And I do so enjoy reading romances that don't take themselves completely seriously.
Because I'm not always a fan of the unrequited love trope (um... Miranda Cheever and Michael Stirling, I'm looking at you two, since those are the two recent ones), I wasn't sure how this would play out. And let's just say: I liked the way Rodale handled it.
Let's just say it that while it was often one-sided, it was not always one-sided one-sided. I'll let you make of that what you will.
Definitely looking forward to picking up more Maya Rodale.
Reading updates
- Started reading
- 18 September, 2014: Finished reading
- 18 September, 2014: Reviewed