I was so excited to read Sheryl Woods's The Christmas Boquet. I thought it would never be released, but finally the day came, and I held the hardback in my hand and I turned to the first page. Unfortunately, it took me days to read a book that I thought could be read non stop in one. Why would that happen? Was I too hyped on anticipation? Had I built it up in my mind that there was no way it could live up to my expectations? Well, I don't think that was what happened. Here's the deal, the female protagonist, Caitlyn Winters, was a character, I just could not connect with.
Now I liked the male protagonist, Noah McIlroy. He was patient and sweet and really loved Cait. When she shared her unexpected pregnancy with him, he showed all the signs of true caring and happiness. Cait on the other hand, did not want to accept this new reality. Throughout the book, I just wanted Noah or one of her O'Brien relatives to beat some sense into her head. Yes, she had a well planned future and having a baby didn't really work into her perceived timeline at all. She wanted to help children in Africa, that was her dream. But her own little bundle of joy didn't seem to matter til near the end of the book. It was painful for me to support this line of reasoning from a main character.
Naturally, all's well that ends well, so eventually Cait overcame her doubts and the grip she held on her life plan and she saw the benefits of marriage to Noah, her true love and the birth of their baby in wedlock. I was glad I had continued to read the story through to the end, but I was never anything but annoyed with Cait Winters. Noah however, should have been inducted for sainthood!
Although I was satisfied with the ending, the full story, just didn't connect with me.