1.5 Stars
This isn’t an ‘opposites attract’ story. This is an ‘opposites despise each other but are so desperate for a relationship that they cling really hard to the tiniest bits that they like in each other and then convince themselves and each other that they have real feelings when it’s just wishful thinking so strong that it’s delusional’ story.
I disliked this book from the start: Ch1 drove me up the walls because Darcy behaves like a condescending bitch and treats Elle like scum but Elle walks away from that disastrous date convincing herself there were “sparks.” Groan. How delusional can you be? Ch2 drove me even further up said walls as Darcy lets herself be bullied, guilted, and pressured into doing things she doesn’t want to do and feels uncomfortable doing by her obtrusive, nosy, pushy, all-up-in-her-business brother. His free pass for thinking this is okay is, of course, that he “means well” and “only wants the best for her.” Yeah, we haven't heard that one before. We learn that she’s been allowing this behaviour for a while and it makes me effing furious that she won’t tell him to fuck off, mind his own business, and stop breathing down her neck with his ideas of how she should live her life.
Anyway, the two gals start fake-dating to get their respective families off their backs who keep nagging them for not having partners. Bc single women can't possibly be happy, everyone knows that. And women also apparently can't tell their families to back the fuck off and let them live their own lives so they have to build a massive lie to appease them. Because that’s totally healthy and normal.
The (supposedly) real romance that buds from the fake dating felt completely contrived to me, I didn’t believe it one bit. There is nothing these characters like about each other that is not physical. Whenever they think affectionately of each other, it’s only of their soft skin, silken hair, strawberry lips, minty tongue, deep eyes and whatnot. I felt like they were distracting themselves from all the things they didn’t like in the other woman with her physical attractiveness all the time. And god, was I annoyed by the overuse of typically feminine adjectives like soft, sweet, smooth, silken, soft, peachy, creamy, soft, delicate, tender, soft, did I mention soft? Everything is so sweet and tender and feminine that I wanted to vomit. It’s not that femininity is bad, mind you, but the author is totally overdoing it with stressing everything that is delicate and soft and sweet and tender about a woman’s body.
But hey, I did actually like one aspect of the book (which is what the half star is for): I found Elle’s relationship with her disapproving, conservative family very well developed and interesting to read about. Families can be very toxic and Elle’s definitely is; the way her conflict with them and especially her mother, who constantly belittles and demeans her, progresses throughout the book was skilfully done by the author and had me really invested. Even though the scenes were hard to read because Elle suffers so from their disapproval and, frankly, bullying, they ended up being my favourite part of the book.
Still, I'm not rounding up bc 2 stars would mean that this book was “okay” and it really wasn’t.