There is a stretch in the middle of this book that is so so good. Where we see old high school friends Cary and Shiloh veer towards becoming more than friends, and then learn that they have tried this once before. It ends badly both times. The passion and then the misunderstanding and then the stubborn escalation repeats from their different points of view and these different points in time and it totally breaks your heart. There's a reason so many romances insert the specific obstacle of misunderstanding, if you do it right there isn't much that is more wrenching as a reader. Rowell does this really well, the dialogue is sharp, and the characterization is so good that I kept recognizing myself and other people in these characters. The rest of the book doesn't quite reach these heights, but it had an awfully long way to fall.
There is a lot to like here. I particularly loved the Omaha setting, the real lives these characters lead. I grow more and more frustrated with stories where we are told characters are broke but they do not live like broke people. Shiloh and Cary and their families live on the edge in a way that feels much more real, and only gets more complicated as they get older. Nothing is simple and easy, and that feels very right. Shiloh's status as divorced single mom also felt real real, this isn't the kind of book where her kids disappear as soon as it's inconvenient for them to be around.
But even though I enjoyed spending time with these characters they drove me up the wall. Shiloh and Cary are incapable of having a goddamn conversation, which I know is what makes these stories work, but none of them seems to realize a conversation needs to be had. Still, it felt realistic, who wants to have a difficult conversation? And when we shifted into a higher gear in the romance department, when they started actually being deliberate, things got suddenly and weirdly boring just when they should have gotten interesting. The whole issue these two face is the apparent impossibility of how to be together, this looms over them (twice!) and is the reason they don't get together for so long and then when they do it is just fine and we are swept past it as if all that worrying was for nothing when it didn't really feel like nothing! It felt reasonable, like real questions worth answering, but the two of them barely bother to answer them.
This happens more than once. Like how young Shiloh is disgusted by Cary's decision to join the Navy. It's one that makes sense for him, given his financial position and family resources, but seeing him in this giant organization of violence hurts Shiloh. And this feels real and correct and then when they are older Shiloh is like, "Yeah I was just being a dramatic teenager, it's totally fine." Just when we've gotten to what should be the interesting part, it is batted away like nothing.
I should say for the record that I am not much of a romance reader. And in many ways this book suits me because it is interested in a lot of things just as much (or more) than it is in being a romance. It may be clear that we're heading for a HEA but it doesn't feel like it a lot of the time, and those are the best parts. I get that what Rowell is doing that I find most annoying may actually please the people this book is for.
I still enjoyed it and it was a very welcome fluffy read when I couldn't tolerate any more tension and devastation.