I already know you'll be as disappointed in me as I am right now because, let's be clear, even writing this feels unfair.
But can you blame me? The cover is super cute, the story is super cute, the characters are relatable in a comedian kind of way, and the side messages are all here… but it all felt wrong to me.
I get what Charlotte Stein was trying to do with When Grumpy Met Sunshine, and I was more than ready for a character that finally looks like me, but, at some point, I was tired of convincing myself about it.
Mabel and Alfie’s story is a tender, heartwarming story that fits perfectly the trope, with their insecurities towards themselves and the prospect of being loved by another person.
But the general feeling is that they’re all trying too hard - even the author.
The only aspect that Alfie Harding hasn't in common with Roy Kent is his height, but just because it works on screen it doesn't mean it works on paper. I actually imagined Brett Goldstein as the main lead, which helped, but, as I said, it's too much. Alfie is an ex-footballer with the reputation of being a pain in the ass of everyone, scary and without the ability to talk, but the moment he meets Mabel, he's in love. We then discover that he's funny, charming, clever, loving and very good at dirty talking, with the constant fear of having said something wrong and having made the other person uncomfortable. Like, all the time.
On the other hand, it's clear that Mabel was stung by some past relationship - or life in general - and she tries to protect herself, but it's only in her mind because us, THE READERS, don’t get to know what happened to her.
This leads me to say that, probably, the reason why I couldn't like it the way I thought I would, is the narration.
We see everything from Mabel’s POV, and she talks all the time about everything - there's an entire monologue even during sex -, but not a word about their feelings and traumas. Especially the latter, since they have in common a bad past with their family.
They talk about things superficially: her father used to hit her, his father was a douche that consider his son a pussy for wanting to be a writer, she doesn't speak anymore with her sister (why?), he has a sister that's just mentioned. Talking about their past relationships, he says the girls he used to date didn't like him for real but never explained what happened with them; she, on the other hand, is uncertain till the end about him actually liking her, but never - not once! - is talked about the difficulty and fear of dating as a plus-size woman.
Also, the narration gets lost in dialogues more often than not, leaving details behind: we know he buys her a vacuum cleaner, but when he goes to her place he brings clothes with him, but no signs of the vacuum; he has a chauffeur, but every time they get in the car and talk, the car never moves; and so on, because if I keep thinking about what I didn't like I'll rate it even lower.
↠ 2 stars
Thanks to St. Martin's Press and NetGalley, who provided me with a copy of this book in exchange for an honest opinion.