I'm not a blindly adoring JQ fangirl who automatically thinks that everything she churns out is literary gold (or, um, even literary stainless steel), but when JQ is at her best or even close to best, there are very few writers of any genre or era who can charm and delight me more.
I absolutely, unreservedly loved this book. There are more technically flawless, smoothly paced books I've read over the past year, but very, very few which elicited this degree of personal attachment and that "awww, see, THIS is why reading is my favorite thing to do on this planet" adoration.
I always struggle to discuss writing style since it's so wholly subjective and difficult to define: an author's style either works for you or doesn't, and JQ's just happens to work for me so very, very perfectly that I can merrily excuse imperfections in her plotting and pacing. It's eminently witty, sharp and brimming over with clever insights and unexpected jolts of poignancy. And suffice it to say that within the first 20 pages I found her characters far more vividly defined and root-worthy than many authors manage after 420 pages.
Harry emerged immediately as one of my very favorite Quinn heroes---which means he's one of my very favorite heroes, period. Because in addition to the writing style gushed about above, the thing I've always appreciated most about Quinn's books is that she (usually!) creates heroes who are genuinely kind, decent, and well-meaning men. Imperfect, of course, but in amusing, colorful and relatable ways. In a genre that seems to increasingly define the 'ideal' hero as someone who's vicious until the final ten pages, creepily controlling and in desperate need of both rehab and anger management, Quinn's heroes are remarkable for the mere fact that I'd genuinely like and respect most of these men in real life. They are (with a few very disappointing exceptions!) men I'd actually love to be with, men who you could adore and admire and, unlike far too many of today's extreme "alphas", never worry about having to obtain a restraining order against :)
Olivia, meanwhile, was one of my very favorite Quinn heroines: a woman who's smart, endearingly but not excessively quirky, and passionate about things other than just husband hunting. Like her wonderful hero, she's very relatably flawed but never to the point where she becomes more maddening than root-worthy.
As you've no doubt figured out, I absolutely adored Harry, adored Olivia and adored them as a couple. Adored them so deeply, in fact, that I'd be using a stronger verb than adored if my fatigued brain could think of one! If you like your H and h to have to endure tons of angst, internal conflicts and turmoil, this may not be the ideal pick for you: Harry and Olivia have a few obstacles en route to the sweetly inevitable HEA, but theirs is mostly a witty, warm, and, for me, refreshingly low anxiety journey :)
I ended up really liking the mild to moderate thriller elements in this one, though I'm admittedly partial to romances that are about something other than just the romance. But even if the 'Quinn tries to incorporate a splash of Hitchcock' idea makes you cringe, rest assured that there's still so much to love here: namely, some truly phenomenal dialogue, two of the more lovable and amusing H and hs I've come across, and ample amounts of the spirit-boosting warmth, cleverness and charm for which JQ is justifiably known.
I read and love many, many books, but of the two hundred or so that I've devoured this year (why, no, I DON'T have a life!), this was among my top five favorites. I totally get and respect arguments that it wasn't among JQ's very 'best', but it happened to be among my most personally beloved :) Enjoy!