Thanks to the publisher for the ARC. All thoughts are my own.
This book had potential. A reverse age-gap, sports/tech romance with AI at the center? I was intrigued. Harriet, the FMC, works in tech developing an AI meant to enhance athlete performance and reduce injuries. Gale, the MMC, is a struggling NHL player with a complicated family legacy. They’re childhood friends, now adults navigating emotional wounds and shifting dynamics. Sounds good, right?
But reading it felt like I was constantly waiting for the real story to start. It’s fluffy, trope-heavy, and surface-level. And what frustrates me most is how much potential the core of this story had (if it had actually committed to emotional depth or meaningful accountability).
SPOILERS BELOW
Let me be blunt: Harriet is a poorly written character. Not just in the sense of “unlikable." She’s unoriginal, flat, and filled with every contrived trait that makes modern rom-com heroines feel manufactured. She’s insecure about her work, still hurt from a breakup, vaguely ambitious but not in a way that feels lived-in. She’s supposed to be this brilliant tech lead, but most of her actions are emotionally juvenile and narratively convenient. When she deliberately manipulates the AI’s logic to hide the fact that it matched her with Gale romantically, something that would compromise any real research project, it’s treated like a quirky mistake instead of the massive breach it is. And the ironic part is that she gets validated and supported by the same Tech bro boss that she has been lambasting the entire book. Well okay then.
She’s weak not because she has flaws (flawed women can be great characters), but because she’s written with no real weight. Everything she does, even when it’s objectively wrong, gets framed as brave or forgivable. She has no real arc. Her fears are shallow. Her growth is unearned. And the story bends over backward to protect her from meaningful consequence while still trying to crown her the emotional center of everything.
Meanwhile, Gale is actually written with care and nuance. He’s grieving his father, processing the trauma of being the son of a disgraced star athlete, and trying not to let his anxiety and legacy ruin his career. He has the emotional journey. He is the one dealing with real stakes. And yet, the story sidelines him repeatedly to keep the spotlight on Harriet, a character who doesn’t earn the reader’s trust, respect, or interest.
The ending just seals how shallow this story really is. Gale suddenly has a flawless game (which, good for him. He earned his professional happy ending with all grief he's experienced). Harriet gets an immediate yes from a glamorous French investor (who also happens to be the ex of her ex and now wants to mentor her in girlboss solidarity???), and even the AI itself gets a weird reflective summary chapter. The last chapter? A backyard wedding. Because... sure, why not?
Two more things that really didn’t work for me: First, the pov switching. The book uses first person for Harriet and third person for Gale, which is fine in theory, but the early chapters mark whose POV we're in... and then just stops. It becomes jarring, especially when the voices aren’t distinct enough to carry the change without clear labeling. As it is now, you have to actively read on until you see an "I" or "Gale" to know that this is Harriet's chapter or wait until you see "Harriet" (or something hockey related) to realize we're in Gale's chapter.
Second, this is marketed as a book “inspired by Jane Austen,” and that is just... not accurate. The only real link is the title Emma. The so-called “Duchess mode” of the AI, where it starts speaking in fake Regency language, isn’t clever or immersive. It’s extremely cringey. It reads like an American putting on a bad British accent and calling it Austen.
As I finished the book, I wasn’t even angry (yet), just filled with mild annoyance and disappointment. Harriet is written to be "flawed but perfect," never truly held accountable, and always conveniently uplifted. Brooke, her best friend, is reduced to a frazzled “new mom” stereotype who magically shows up when emotional support is needed. The women in this book are messy in a way that’s supposed to feel empowering, but really just feels self-congratulatory.
If this wasn’t an ARC, I probably would’ve DNF'd it and let it fade. Instead, I kept at it, hoping it would redeem itself. It didn’t. This is a 1-2 star read for me that at least, for now, is not driven by anger. Just a waste of potential.