Yet another one of my most anticipated releases has left me feeling severely underwhelmed. 😔 There's something particularly deflating about looking forward to a book for months only to find yourself trudging through it.
For context, I finally got around to reading If We Were Villains earlier this year after letting it sit on my tbr for forever, and after finishing it, I totally understood why everyone raves about it. It became one of my favourite reads this year, so naturally, I was so excited to read this author's newest release and even more ecstatic when I received an arc.
Finding out it's been eight years since IWWV and that her novella, Graveyard Shift, which I haven't seen the best reviews for, made me even more curious about whether she could capture that magic again.
The concept had me hooked from the start. I've been missing that whole sex, drugs, and rock and roll vibe ever since I devoured Daisy Jones and the Six, and this book seemed like it would be similar to that. Dual timelines, rockstar drama, the 80s music scene—everything I love reading about rolled into one. Sure, it's completely different from the dark academia world of IWWV, but I was genuinely excited to see what the author would do with this setting.
Hot Wax follows Suzanne across two timelines: her traumatic childhood touring with her dad's rock band in the late 80s, and present-day her at 40, running away from her marriage after her estranged father dies. She ends up with this young bohemian couple while her husband chases after her across the country. It's all about how childhood trauma shapes who we become, and this whole journey of escape and self-discovery.
Unfortunately, even though I like dual timeline stories, this one didn't work for me at all. I found myself completely disengaged whenever we switched to present-day Suzanne. I could see what the author was going for with this coming-of-age story, where Suzanne is still growing and figuring herself out at 40, which is actually a really powerful concept. But the execution felt so off because I was only invested in 11-year-old Suzanne's story, which is pretty problematic because when you're only caring about one timeline of the book, the whole reading experience falls apart.
It got even worse because I felt zero connection to Suzanne as a character. She just felt so bland to me—I couldn't get a handle on who she really was or why she made certain choices. Even after finishing the book, I still don't understand some of her actions, which is pretty bad when the entire story revolves around following her journey. I genuinely don't know whether it's because I missed something, but not connecting with your main character is basically the kiss of death for any book.
My biggest frustration stems from the pacing. For a thriller mystery, this book was painfully slow and confusing—some parts had me thinking I was losing my mind. I had to reread sections, thinking I was missing something important, but it turned out the story just felt directionless. I only kept going because I thought it was one of those books where the ending finally clicks and makes you want to go back and reread everything to catch all the little details you missed the first time, like what IWWV did. But in this one, it never really happened.
The whole thing felt scattered, like the book was trying to be too many different things at once and ended up not really succeeding at any of them. After loving the writing style in IWWV, I was shocked that the writing became such an obstacle here. I kept thinking about how much I loved the 80s rock setting in other books I've read, which made this one's failure to capture that world even more disappointing, since it had all the right elements like family dysfunction, the dark side of fame, self-discovery, dealing with past trauma, etc, but the execution felt completely flat. The themes were there conceptually, but I never felt their emotional weight or saw them explored in any meaningful way.
I keep thinking about how IWWV was this incredible debut that blew everyone away, and maybe there's just this impossible pressure to live up to that. Eight years is a long time between books, and maybe trying to prove you can write something completely different while still being brilliant is just really hard to pull off.
The one thing I will say is that the 80s rock atmosphere was beautifully rendered—I could picture the music, the energy, the whole vibe of that era so clearly. But somehow all that vivid setting work felt disconnected from the actual story and themes, like the rock and roll world was just window dressing rather than integral to what the book was trying to say.
I'm probably being too generous with my rating. I really hate how it's a book where you can see the potential so clearly, which makes the disappointment even worse. I'm sad to say that I really wanted to love this but couldn't.
Thank you Hachette for the ARC.