**ARC from Netgalley**
I think I might be too middle class for this book.
I really wished I could have enjoyed this book, the writing is decent, the romance is cute for what it is however the characters are so lacklustre and lack interiority from start to finish it made the book interminable to finish and I'm not talking about Joan being my main issue.
Honestly, Joan as a naive young woman in an arranged marriage who knows not much of anything and kind of goes with the flow wouldn't be a bad character arc to start with considering it's strongly stated she's never allowed her own agency, however as someone who grew up in a culture where arranged marriages are common, it has never stopped women I know from having interiority, emotions, hobbies beyond what their duty was, which Joan lacks to a level she comes across as a blank slate. Her queer awakening is very sweet and it does give me more to engage with, however Joan until almost the end feels almost resigned to injustice and never truly gets angry, yells, has an outburst beyond a smart remark or hiding herself, which yes can be a good starting point however even at the end she never stands up for herself, her maid does the heavy lifting.
And here we come to my biggest grating issue with the plot- Maeve and the existential crisis of the rich. Like, the shock of having to enter the job market, having to work for yourself after a life of not doing that is something I can sympathise if not get get, however the sheer amount of waffling and brooding about how easy her life was and how she's single does hit somewhere maddening in my modern non trust fund baby person trapped in capitalism soul.
It's not even the amount of jobs she went through, that happens when you're trying to figure out what you *can* do, it's the constant whining about how good her life was and the "Caroline Channing from 2 Broke Girls but so much worse" characterisation that started to downgrade my enjoyment thoroughly. Her slow building friendship and relationship with Joan being her only remotely interesting feature, but that's simply because there's the only spot we see true want or desire to do something in Maeve.
The book feels leisurely and dull like a boring party where you're sitting with a plastic plate with chips and warm glass of coke as it limps to an unsatisfying and "revelation that forces the villain to change his mind" ending.