Premise: MC and FC are upper-class members of English society, childhood friends who live in mansions next door to each other.
I have so much negativity to express, but first let me say that this is purely in regards to the poorly written characters, undeveloped plot and the lack of the MC’s character development. The writing style was lovely and well-written.
Okay so this was recommended as a good "grovel" book, I should’ve known. Because at this point, I have come to believe that not one person has ever in the history of our beloved planet Earth, ever actually written a real grovelling book.
The things the MC did to warrant grovelling throughout the book:
1. Occurs at the beginning: Kiss the girl who’s been in love with him since she was 4, as a bet.
2. Also kiss her sister that same night (also, as a bet).
3. Record him kissing her for the bet (he actually forgot to press record, but the thought still counts).
4. Occurs somewhere around 25%: Apologise for the bet, with the sole intention of getting her to forgive him so that he can convince her to marry him which will allow him access to a trust fund (we’re then later supposed to believe that his unconscious made him think that this was the reason he apologised, when really, he liked the FC but was too scared to face the truth??? So he pretended to himself that he only wanted her for the trust fund? I mean?😭😭).
5. Occurs throughout the whole book: Not tell her about the trust fund even though she’d be entitled to half of it.
6. Occurs at around 85%: Lie when she finds out about the trust fund once they’re in a relationship and tell her that he only found out about it 2 days before she did (he found out a month before).
Things he did to grovel:
1. Pay for people to fix up her house and help open a stuck door.
2. He said sorry.
And what gets me, is the MC literally says at the end, and I quote verbatim: "though he had felt he was being let off rather too easily, he hadn’t argued"💀 even the MC thinks the FC is a clown for taking him back😭😭😭.
But I digress, there are worse things to complain about in this book.
First. We were at 48% when they had their first real kiss (and etc...😏) and I still wasn’t partial to Hugo (the MC). The whole scene felt degrading and disgusting because he still hadn’t earned forgiveness and yet she was still giving him the privilege of putting his hands on her? She literally is thinking to herself the whole entire time "I know I shouldn’t because I know I can’t trust him, I know this is a game to him". So if you KNOW, what are you still doing sitting on his face babe? LIKE?😭😭😭
What we get straight after the scene, is him asking his friend questions about what love is, as if the writer is trying to show us that Hugo’s catching feelings for her?? I mean there’s so much to speak about in regards to Hugo’s personality and character. For example, he absolutely does nothing with his life except drink, laugh and sleep with his female friends. (Read: no job. He is a unemployed. He is broke and dusty, but with a trust fund). But one key thing about Mr Hugo, is that there is a CONSISTENT acknowledgment by himself and literally every single other character including the FC, that Hugo needs to improve his very poor personality, but there’s no actual active development of that? It’s just characters speaking about it?
Also his intentions for their relationship half way through the book is this: for them to be best fwends forever, and also sleep together for as long as possible. ??? Get it together babe, how pathetic can you be? He still doesn’t even know what he wants from her at 50%. At around 60% he decides he loves her. Why? Not quite sure.
Also, the author didn’t really explain why Amy (the FC) wanted to save Redbridge (her family’s mansion of whom they can no longer afford the upkeep of anymore) so much. I wasn’t quite understanding why it wasn’t just sold to like some national history company or something? I mean the idea of selling was never even once considered. Sure, Amy loved her childhood home but to slave over it as much as she did and then use her trust fund money on restoring it? I mean why?
After the 3rd act breakup, the FC and her best friend (the MC’s sister of course) go to Spain on holiday. Her best friend has the nerve to compare the FC lying (saying that everything was okay when it wasn’t) to the MC lying (saying the lawyers came 2 days ago when they came the very first day he apologised, ergo, he consciously tried to gain her forgiveness with the hope that she’d marry him so he could get access to the trust fund). That would be grounds for a friendship breakup. I am anti-Evie (the best friend). I was so excited for her book but I refuse to read it now.
Then straight after that convo, the book moves to the FC returning to Redbridge to confess her love (yet again) to the MC💀 I mean, someone call the Lancashire circus because I think they left their head-clown in Redbridge. But hey, I guess because now the MC knows that his private chef’s son is called Alfie and has asthma, he’s suddenly a changed man?
The thing that irritated me the most was a Redbridge Restoration Fund? I mean sure, let’s give rich people money to restore their 72-bedroom mansions. Give me a fucking break. They weren’t poor, they were just falling to the bottom of their tax bracket. They absolutely did not need the money. All they had to do was sell it and get a penthouse in London or something, I meaaaan???
The positives: lovelyyy writing style and set in the UK!! A win for us Brits among the disease of globalisation (read: Americanisation) (also please do not mistake me as being pro-Britain. For I am wholeheartedly NOT. But I’ll take any win against America). I honestly wanted to adore this so much, but alas, I couldn’t get past the plot and irredeemable male character.
"A sudden heavy shower of rain hit the enormous windows as he crossed the drawing room, making him feel as though he was underwater. A fish in a tank in a forgotten shadowy corner, going about its pointless back-and-forth existence in its artificial world. Real life a blur outside the glass" - my favourite paragraph from the book, not particularly profound, but lovely nonetheless.