You know, I originally gave it 2 stars, and then I thought..."Wait a minute...why did I do that? I didn't like this book at all." So, I went back and gave it one star.
You would think that it would be worth it just for the recipes in the back, but alas...no. The recipes are all Velveeta and butter. Even my grandma doesn't cook like that anymore! No wonder Skye (whose name just does not suit the character at all) has "generous curves". It's a wonder she doesn't also have heart disease and a Hoveround!
The only redeeming sentences in the book at all are about Skye's makeout sessions with local humble heartthrob, Officer Wally. Wally is an over-dramatized hero and his character is far too obsessed with Skye after far too few dates, which adds to the books overall problem with lack of realism to the point of distraction. On a more positive note, if the author (Swanson) wrote tawdry romance novels, she might have a future, because the few action-oriented lines about the actual romance are not too bad. Of course, they cut off a little early, presumably in the interest of keeping the book PG-rated.
There are far too many dropped or ridiculous plot lines; a potentially haunted house, a kidnapped girl - what happened to her?, a wealthy father who has been obsessed with making his son follow in his footsteps, but gives up after 20 minutes of matching wits with Skye.
The book started out with a thud and I had hopes that it would get better. It didn't. Ever.
Ms. Swanson's book reminds me of the bland TV dinners from the 80s served under the same name. Looks promising...but all filler and food coloring.