If I hear "Raffo" one more time, I may go insane. Over the course of the book, time and space lost meaning. It was like hearing "Jellicle" in Cats. What does it all mean?!? (They don't have an option for an audiobook format for some reason, but that's what I had.)
Is that really the most important thing you can say about this book? Pretty much. The book was fine. "it was ok" to quote the Goodreads 2-star-rating description. However, I gave it three because of bits of honesty by Harper. It's a low-stakes and low-worry book--appropriate enough for a book with "summer" in the title.
Harper references using an editor. Props to that. Many in this genre don't know how to use spellcheck, thesaurus, or even a dictionary. However, I think an editor on their game might have advised, "Maybe don't say the character's name in every sentence?" Also, I assume "Raffo" was shortened from "Rafaela", though I don't recall any indication of this. I think the full name is rather charming. If I had that name and was to shorten it, I'd probably go with "Rafe", but I can see how that could be problematic with poor enunciation or a typo. Raffo, as a first name on the other hand, sounds like the name of a clown--an actual circus clown I mean.
There are indications that Raffo is also a POC (the cover art for one), at the least someone of Mediterranean heritage, but no time is spent to that possible aspect of her identity. Dylan, a white, blonde woman gets more time devoted to her ethnic characteristics.
The first part of the book is set in Big Bear, California. Having been several times, I was disappointed that she captured none of it. It could be any lake house by any lake. For one, Dylan swims in the lake. While you can swim there, dedicated swimming is a rarity. Maybe at the public beaches, but private docks, like Dylan's have a 20-foot swimming area restriction. They gape at the natural beauty but don't indicate anything they actually see. When they left the house/cabin, it was off-page. No reference to strolling the downtown strip. Nothing of the quaint local shops and eateries. Definitely no reference to a super-majority of the population being Trump-loving right-wing troglodytes who would despise Raffo.
As to the story, the book feels short, and the rushed nature of the romance reflects that. I thought I had missed a chapter or two when the characters were suddenly making out and stripping each other. Granted there were indications of attraction, but I would have preferred it simmer for a little bit before exploding.
Raffo, an amazingly talented artist, perhaps the greatest living painter of her time (the standard Harper Bliss protagonist when a creative) has lost her mojo because of a bad breakup with a woman (Mia) who deserves to be reviled because she fell out of love with the amazing Raffo and made a clumsy (okay, rather sleazy) exit by saying it should be an open relationship. There is debate in the book as to whether Mia had decided it was an open relationship prior to suggesting it, but it is never resolved.
Dylan, on the other hand, who is nearly 60--a year away from being 60--almost 60--- (you will hear this--a lot) blew her savings, a half a million on Crypto. My first thought was, "Ha! Idiot!" and to Harper's credit, she acknowledges as much. Dylan realizes she thought she was smarter than she was and made stupid choices. I much prefer that to characters acting as if their choices were great, but circumstances bedeviled them.
The entirety of the conflict of this story, trifling asides to the age-gap notwithstanding, is how will Dylan's son (Raffo's bestie and business partner) react to the news. This isn't the first, and I suspect it will not be the last, "My gay son pitched a fit over my relationship with their best lesbian friend" story. It is always the same. Shock. Outrage. Hypocrisy. A semblance of rationality. Love conquers all--son finagles a way to get the two to meet. It was good to see Connor's romantic partner, Murray, point these things out to him (though some version of this always happens too) and that despite Connor's anger, he didn't forsake his friend or mother in a full-on hissy.
The Age-Gap aspect was not a true stumbling block to romance here. Harper made a nod to reality and devoted a few lines to Dylan's concerns and even a sentence to how Raffo understood that Dylan was considerably older and showing signs of aging--but none of this dimmed the fires of passion for either of them.
Now, Age-Gap is not my favorite. It is in Harper's wheelhouse...heck that is her wheelhouse even when it's not a virtual necessity (such as falling in love with a bestie's mother). Often, the character is older so that the character can be older--not that it's essential to the story. Harper hints at problems ahead, but doesn't dwell on them for the sake of a happy ending. Indeed, that this is a HFN not an HEA, is stated by Dylan.
Maybe that's my issue with Age-Gap romances. The escapism inherent in reading such works is thwarted. The illusion of HEA is shown for the HOC it is (House of Cards). In all statistical likelihood, even if they don't fall out of love, Raffo will be single by the time she is Dylan's age in the book. No love is truly forever but there's an implicit sadness and limitation when the age gap is nearly 28 years. For that matter, while Dylan joked about needing lube and from being too tired to have sex after being at work, that will only get more pronounced over time. This goes back to the implicit sadness--especially in a book with such a significant sexual component.
Dylan is also saddled with, what seems to be almost requisite, soulless job--even more so when compared to Raffo's artistic pursuits. But an advertising executive? Advertising seems like one of the banes of civilization. A profession, in the modern sense, that arose out of the desire to push propaganda, and the focus of which is to convince people to buy something--often something they don't need. Despite that, Dylan is clearly one of the best in the world at--whatever it is she does--and everyone knows it, even if they can't describe what it is she does.
Lastly, while I know many like when connections are made to the Blissverse, this one felt forced (perhaps like the romance, the rushed nature of it contributed to the feeling). Of course, Raffo was at Rainbow House. Sure, Dylan is listening to some lesbian erotica read by Ida Burton (an actress in the Blissverse of Meryl Streep standing except she's won a ludicrous four Oscars and her partner, Faye won three in a row. No. Sorry. no. Those books couldn't afford to pay for a narrator of that standing. Maybe she does it pro bono and I forgot that part in About that Kiss) and of course Raffo's art will be shown at the gallery of Dolores from In the Distance There is Light. Dolores happens to be the best most important art gallery owner in the United States in case you didn't know.
Speaking of advertising, that's what these connections feel like. Advertising by way of "fan service". Of course, Harper wants people to read her other books, but the Blissverse's Secret Lesbian Network is staggering. Everyone knows everyone (or they soon will). It feels like in trying to show the characters are part of a wider world; it somehow makes it a smaller world.