I accessed a copy of this book through NetGalley in exchange for an honest review
Okay, so this one felt a little lackluster, to me. I liked the MC, she was funny and self-deprecating and obsessed with shoes, but I can't tell you her name because...I don't know it. I spent 116 pages in her head and never learned her name. This was the first issue I had.
Second, the MC is a 20-something from Iowa living in Paris as a "book researcher"--essentially doing the hard work of researching stuff other authors would use in their novels...okay. Seems like it's good work, if you can get it, but at several points her diction didn't sound "American Midwest" and this pulled me out of the character. See, I am from the American Midwest, and there are turns of phrase that are common here. The MC didn't offer any. Not a single colloquialism. Made me suspicious as to the character's actually origin and why American Midwest was so critical.
Third, and most disturbing, there is no sex in this book. That's kind of unforgivable in an erotic romance, IMHO. All we have is a few scenes of mutual masturbation across two lit windows that face each other. After one of these scenes I was hoping MC would reach out to her Monsieur Sexy. She doesn't. In fact, she practically runs the other direction when she sees him on the street. The voyeurism is fun, but gets kind of stale quickly, for me.
When they "part" due to his work travel, he leaves her a note on how to Skype him for more masturbation. I'm really not sure I'm up for two weeks of jack-n-jilling off, as a reader. I'm not invested in either character, so it's easy to set this one down and find a book that's a bit more...satisfying.
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