Game Over is pretty harmless chick lit fare for the most part. It’s cliché and predictable, but that’s par for the course in this genre. However where this book completely and utterly lost me was with it’s protagonist.
Jocasta is a thoroughly nasty piece of work. She’s cold, cruel and utterly deluded. Newsflash, parents get divorced. That’s no excuse for breaking up relationships, sleeping with married men and pimping out other people’s suffering for your own financial gain. The fact that the author tries time and again to justify her main character’s behaviour because her father walked out on her mother suggests that she knows the defence is flimsy, but proceeds with it anyway.
The story itself devolves into a protracted will-they won’t-they (in which they obviously will). Quite why Darren falls head over heals in love with Jocasta when she represents everything he hates and treats him like utter filth (including, but not limited to, accepting a proposal from her best friend to try and get the message that she’s not interested into his thick skull) is anyone’s guess. Of course, this all works out, despite Jocasta crapping all over the only two friends she (somehow) has in the process. But then the author tries to somehow play this off as the happy ending the protagonist deserves, when she’s been nothing but a selfish, mean-spirited bitch throughout. Jocasta makes a career off other people’s misfortune, so why should the reader feel any sympathy when she gets a taste of her own medicine. She even has the brass balls to try and take the heat of herself with her best friend by referring to her fiancé (you know, the man whose proposal she dishonestly accepted to save her own skin before ditching him in spectacularly humiliating fashion) and his “misdeeds”, despite the fact all he did was reveal her cheating and lies.
If the author was going for a nice guys finish last message and doubled down on her ruthless main character treating people like dirt and still walking away with her self-belief, along with riches and success it afforded her, this book would have been downright brilliant. However she chickens out about half way through and tries to turn it around into a redemption story (of a quite frankly irredeemable character) which basically says that all career women who insist they don’t want marriage are delusional liars and all a woman’s mental and emotional problems can be solved by a man. I'm usually a fan of Adele Parks' books, but I'd advise even fans to give this one a miss.