I have never read such a *boring* romance novel. I didn't hate this as much as I did The Reluctant Viking because it wasn't so explicitly anti-feminist (though it still had a troubling approach to gender), but this book was actually far less interesting. Apparently, these are supposed to be funny? I keep reading other people's reviews that say so, but I'm just not seeing it. I barely cracked a smile while reading. In fact, this was so dull that it took me about a week to read it because I just couldn't care less about what was happening. I only picked it up occasionally to read when my brain was too worn out to read anything more challenging (and because I was determined to finish--I hate not finishing a book).
The worst thing about this book is the dullness of the characters. The female protagonist, Tyra, is twenty-five years old, a warrior, and supposedly intelligent, but she reads like a twelve-year-old. Not only does she know nothing about sex (she's a virgin, which is fine, but seriously, she has never heard anybody talk about sex, not even her many, many, many sisters? Or her warrior traveling companions?), but she seems almost completely lacking in self-awareness. She's constantly mentally putting herself down and thinking she's ugly and unfeminine--even though no one else seems to be working to give her this impression. Tyra's sisters are all silly and neatly pigeonholed by their obsessive hobbies (one cooks, one cleans, one builds, one gardens). The male protagonist, Adam, is almost likeable (he's a doctor and good with kids) but for his insistence that Tyra be other than she is. At the beginning of the book, Tyra is an independent woman, leading her men effectively, enjoying her life, and Adam finds her immensely attractive as she is; nonetheless, the trajectory of the book is the process of transforming Tyra from Viking warrior princess to a woman Adam could accept as mother of his children and healing assistant. Yuck.
Furthermore, Hill (in this and The Reluctant Viking) seems strangely unwilling to actually explicitly represent certain things. Once you get far enough into the book, there are some sex scenes, but up to and around that point, this is an oddly prudish romance novel. Instead of just showing character dialogue when they curse or talk dirty, oftentimes Hill just says something vague almost as a placeholder for cursing. (I would provide an example, but I didn't mark any pages and I don't want to venture back into the text for this.)
So. These are the lessons I learned from My Fair Viking: 1) I do not like Sandra Hill and 2) it is more fun to hate a book than to be bored by it.