This was... rough. I was really rooting for this because, quite frankly, I'm always rooting for romances written by BIPOC, and I had a particular interest in one highlighting Asian American voices and cultures. But this wasn't it for me.
I'll elaborate later, but in short:
+ Pros: digestible and decent writing, a sweet romance for the most part that also spotlights friendship, diversity and representation, characters that you might like
- Cons: a splintered story, representation that didn't feel immersive to me, an entire cast I did not like
Details below, but if you're not interested in reading more, I'll end it here with a thank you to William Morrow/Avon Books for sending me a galley copy.
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Alright, let's start by saying that I'm grateful for more representation in this genre. I really am. And Tieu isn't a bad writer. I appreciate that she's out there representing our communities in a relatively homogenous genre, and I'm so happy to see other people enjoying Asian American stories. There are also some great details in this, like how the protagonist's hands are rough and calloused from working as a florist. Plus, a couple of quips genuinely made me smile, like one about how being outside with long hair in the wind results in being forcefed your own hair.
But. That being said. Here's what really didn't do it for me.
1) Tieu set out to write a novel centering both friendship and romantic love, all wrapped up in weddings. Great in theory, but the split focus didn't land in execution. This novel felt a touch scattered throughout, and I wish one of the two big storylines had been cut because everything suffers when every plot line is trying to be the main plot line. If everything's a main character, then nothing is—speaking of which...
2) This cast of characters was way too big. I'm still not wholly sure why all of them were present all the time or who all of them even were. For comparison: I had less trouble remembering characters during Gideon the Ninth, because at least they all were memorable and/or served a purpose.
3) On that note, not only are scores of these characters useless, the rest of them are boring at best and awful at worst. Everyone sucks here. Even the protagonist manages to be so bland—somehow, despite having an undercut and a sleeve of floral tattoos?—that when I'm frustrated or annoyed at her, that's a welcome relief to feeling absolutely nothing. Her friends are also all. Not great. Pass.
4) And, perhaps because of this gigantic cast of blah, the writing was often clunky. For example, I don't need to know every person's full name just to confirm that yes, they're Asian, because they have an Asian last name. Sure, it's efficient, but it's also ham-fisted and repetitive (and a touch problematic, but that's another intersectional essay).
5) Finally, I don't know how to describe this last issue I had with Fancy Meeting You Here, but the cultural representation didn't feel... immersive to me. It wasn't quite there. Reading this felt more like going down a checklist of #JustAsianAmericanThings rather than experiencing a narrative from a modern-day Asian American woman. It didn't feel lived in. For example, you expect me to believe the Asian main character actually thought she could make out with someone at an Asian wedding without a single auntie knowing? Absolutely not. What next, not bringing cash to Chinatown?
Look. I'm not here to be a crappy Chinese American woman tearing down another Chinese American woman. But this book never clicked with me, no matter how badly I wanted it to. That said, I hope it may have clicked with you, because I'd love to see more representation across the board in the romance genre regardless of my singular experience here.