This book is… I honestly don’t know how to say it—just filled with pathetic attempts at emotional depth.
Barrett is supposedly a nice guy, and Wren is a nice woman—smart, beautiful, and capable. But somehow, they just don’t work. Or rather, the book never gives their relationship the exploration or chemistry it desperately needed.
First of all, Barrett claims his failed marriage traumatized him and left him emotionally numb. Yet he maintains a perfectly good relationship with his ex? And on top of that, he RSVPs himself and a plus-one to her wedding. I’m sorry, but that’s not tragic—that’s idiotic.
Then there’s Wren, who spends years pathetically in love with this emotional robot while being firmly friend-zoned. They drift into ongoing one-night stands, and eventually Wren realizes how ridiculous it is to put her life on hold for him. So she leaves for three months in Thailand—good for you, Wren!
Meanwhile, during her absence, Barrett suddenly decides he’s in love with her. Why? How? Based on what emotional evidence? And instead of doing anything meaningful with this realization, he joins a dating app—to find a date for his ex’s wedding. I’m sorry, but that’s not an explanation; it’s a pathetic and idiotic excuse masquerading as logic.
When Wren returns, Barrett is suddenly all in. Wren, understandably, has built walls sky-high to protect herself. In theory, this should be where the story finally gets interesting. In reality, it’s the most boring part of the book. Wren gives in far too easily, Barrett barely grovels, and the emotional payoff is nonexistent. I wasn’t impressed.
Finally—and this is where I completely lost patience—Barrett proclaims that his feelings for Wren run deeper than his love for his ex, yet he leaves Wren alone at his ex’s wedding. Without a car. Completely stranded. At that point, I wanted to slap Wren, dig a grave, and throw Barrett into it myself.