I’m not sure where to begin this review.
I could begin with the librarian’s innocent gush over the book when she checked me out. She just lovvveeddd the cover, and didn’t think the hair was neat?
I could begin with my thoughts as I ended it. That book is going to haunt me for a long time.
Or I could move into the rush of irritation that followed that thought. Then my sorrow. Then my antsy desire to get to a computer and throw together a review so I could get the whole thing out of my head.
Why the heck am I even writing like this? That’s how I know I’ve let the story seep in just a little-to-closely.
Or, even a tempting option at this point, I could leave the review here. Or not write a review. Just wait, and a few days later add it to my Read shelf, guess the date I finished, and type out “Good but too much sexual stuff for my taste.”
There are some books that are just amazing. They have great plot and character and depth and just wrench tears of sadness and admiration from your eyes.
That wasn’t this book.
There are some books that strike a chord in your soul. Maybe they aren’t even that good, but they somehow echo a turbulence you’ve been feeling and so you cry because you know ‘what its like’ and someone finally gets it.
That wasn’t this book either.
But this book could have been that. Such A Rush was really good in some ways. Leah and Grayson have spark. They have potential. Minus a few f-bombs, this whole thing has a huge amount of potential. The general plot is good. The characters are (mostly) good. The storyline is mostly good. The content is mostly…crap.
I don’t like using that word. That should tell you something about me. I don’t like crudity. I don’t like language. I especially don’t like high schoolers “doing each other.” Talk about crass.
For some, that won’t faze them. Maybe it will sound familiar, or something. If that doesn’t bug you, go for it I guess. But it does bug me. I think it bugs a lot of my friends on Goodreads, so here is why I’d say watch out when picking up that oh-so-alluring cover.
1. The Language
Lots of f-bombs. Lots of references to sex.
2. The Sex
So…lots of f-bombs, lots of sex! What-do-you-know. Leah is supposed to be this pretty chaste individual who has a ton of sexually appeal and who all the guys want but who hasn’t “done it” since she was 14 or something. However, don’t let that fool you. There are so many passages where she describes herself flaunting her body that it’s almost disgusting. Low shirts, short-short mini shorts. Lots of guys frankly staring at her chest. That sort of thing. And of course, there is the three-chapter one night stand thing that seems longer because her alarm just randomly goes off? So confused. I was skimming by that point and didn’t bother to figure it out.
I don’t want to blow this book off as bad. I loved the parts about the airplanes. About flying, and landing and freedom. Take away the language and the outright continual bombardment of sexual commentary, and you have a really, good story and a sparking romance that doesn’t need all the description it gets.
Grayson makes a fantastic bad-boy hero without the reader needing to be told every chapter what his muscles look like. Or how his hair frames his face. Or that he’s wearing Aviators. Or that she can’t read those ‘stormy gray eyes.’ Or…you name it. If it’s mentioned once, it’s mentioned at least half a dozen times afterwards in case you forget.
Leah makes a good, smart-alecky heroine with guts and vulnerability without every guy she comes in contact wanting to sleep with her. She doesn’t have to wear a bikini-top or a tiny, tiny clubbing dress for the reader to get the idea she’s attractive.
On top of that, Leah is always making these totally random, angry assumptions. “What, he looked at me? HE MUST TOTALLY HATE ME.” There is insecurity…and then there is paranoia. She’s totally paranoid and assumes not the worst…no, she assumes the DOWNRIGHT MOST AWFUL THING every single time.
And similarly, she doesn’t need to burn with passion every time she accidently brushes against Grayson for there to be a good romance.
There is just a level of overkill going on in this romance.
Even Alec gets…overdrawn. And if I hear about his “innocent blue eyes” one more time I might do something violent. Like throw up.
Or worse, throw the book.
I mean, his character was cute. And he plays a good role and I like the semi-yet-sort-of-totally-predictable-twist at the end. And he’s got enough depth. But he’s also…overly described. Like the romance, less is more and more is what this author has got on her mind.
In the end, I’d say there are two things that bugged me, outside of just…personal taste about Grayson and Leah’s relationship. So if you haven’t noticed already, spoiler alert people.
1. They are still in freaking highschool. I’m old enough that the sex scenes don’t bug me like they used to when I was a sixteen year old, or worse the innocent twelve year old who thought she’d venture into the teen section. (Thanks a lot Tamora Pierce for ruining that summer) Point is, it wouldn’t be so bad….
In fact, I was “sort of” buying it. Buying their love, buying that it might turn out that way, that she would experience that stuff and reason it out….
Right up until he asked her to Prom. Like, Prom. First off, if Prom was really a week away would he wait until the week before to ask a girl? Would his brother have? Dumb.
But secondly, gosh. They may be “legal adults” as freakin Leah KEEPS REMINDING HERSELF (another overkill there) but they’re still high schoolers. They’re going to prom. Get that boy out of her bedroom!
So…ewww. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.
But, that’s not all.
2. At some point during their whole mushy, gushy moment at the end, Leah makes a comment like “I hope this lasted a long, long time.”
I’m probably making a mountain out of a molehill. Okay, I am making a mountain out of a molehill, but this is as good an excuse as any to get up on my soap box.
*pushes out box and climbs on top*
There is no hope offered that this relationship is ever going to end. It’s almost assumed right here in the text that it doesn’t last. That maybe there is a big fight and Grayson doesn’t come back. Or Leah freaking can’t get over herself and continues assuming the worse. I know I’m an optimist. I know I’m an idealist. But I am horrified, and thrown off that something so cavalier can be tucked in the pages during one of their “romantic” scenes. What’s romantic about planning on shacking up for a few more years before splitting? Before going and dating….someone else. After experiencing something so personal with someone, just willingly moving on to the next? Is that what relationship are? Once the fire dies, you move on?
Is there no hope to be found for Leah and Grayson? Does the reader have to be a silly dreamer to imagine them living their lives side-by-side? Because in one little comment, the table is turned. Leah goes off and becomes an airline pilot or something. Grayson maybe runs the business, maybe not. Maybe Leah buys him out someday. They shack up some more and have a tumultuous relationship and eventually….drift?
I don’t know. Maybe I’m naïve about the world, but if that is so then I’ll stay naïve. A relationship that intimate that is leveled with the expectation that they’ll break up in a few years just horrifies me. It makes me want to cry out ‘save yourself the heartache!’
Not to mention a host of other things.
So if you’re taking anything away from this review:
Good: I liked the characters enough to feel genuine sorrow at their actions.
Bad: The characters are overdrawn, and it looks like it is going somewhere but sort of becomes cheesy and dumb and way not-appropriate-for-highschoolers by the end. And it makes me sad because this is supposed to be the norm.
What are we teaching our girls to look for in a guy? Sure, Grayson beat Mark. He beat the loser, unnamed boyfriend from when she was 14. But is he really how high we encourage our girls to look? To decide she’s a “consenting adult” and have her sexy moment in a trailer park, or in a guy’s pickup? Is that class, or elegance, or helping them reach their full potential?
Is this all relationships become?
I sure hope not.