I read this book for an online Sapphic book club. I see all of these glowing reviews and it’s hard for me to accept that we read the same book. Maybe my silly bone broke, but for me the foundational premises were so far out in crazyland that it was impossible to relate. And the romance (it was supposed to be a romance, was it not?) was thin and dull, instalove without any plausible basis.
TC Parker isn’t a bad writer, but she tries too hard by clogging up her writing with ineffective and artificial similes. Instead of making a description more vivid as such comparisons are meant to do, these act more like an emergency brake, causing this reader to screech to a near-crashing halt as I tried to wrap my brain around them. As in, the police car that was “black and white as a thickset zebra,” or the waiting room sofa that was "shaped like a sherbet fountain."
As a native of the San Francisco Bay Area, I was put off by her lack of basic knowledge of the place where she chose to set her tale. She seems to think it’s hot and sunny here year-round, when in actuality it’s frigidly cold and windy along the coast more often than not. (It’s mid-June today and when I took a little jaunt around the block I nearly froze to death. Brrrr!) And there’s no such thing as a West Coast drawl, to my knowledge.
🌟 UPDATE 🌟
Since for some unfathomable reason this brief and unremarkable review sparked a bunch of controversy, let me add a bit more explanation. I wish now I'd left out the bit about San Francisco weather and drawls (or lack thereof), as that's just a minor quibble and not meriting of so much debate. More essential to my low rating of this book is the plot: It was simply too far-fetched. As others have noted, Taking Flight is more com than rom. But even with com, the actors' actions and motivations have to make some sense. Here, they don't. At the outset, we find Felicity, our protagonist, at rock bottom - down on her luck, unable to find work despite pounding the pavement 24/7, about to be evicted, nowhere to go. She goes begging to her corporate big-dog uncle, yet when he gives her a pity post so she can pay her rent, she blows it all up for no apparent reason (at least, no reason that makes sense or is explained, other than possibly that she feels she is too good for the job she was assigned). This, despite the fact that she's supposed to be a super-smart genius. Another example of things that don't make sense is the phone call that kicks off the entire rest of the plot: A wrong number that Felicity happens to pick up on a random phone line in an unoccupied basement office space. It's the piling up of such random, self-sabotaging, counter-intuitive and/or inexplicable (or at least unexplained) actions that made the plotting feel lazy, and made it impossible for me to suspend my disbelief and get into it. Clearly, others differ and that's fine. Tastes are subjective.