We’ve known each other from the beginning of everything. Who else was going to understand us half as well?
There's not a great deal I have to say about this thing. It was an impulse purchase. The material is light, the cover is colorful, and I didn't really think it through before the unholy transaction. Although, my girlfriend (who was yet to be my girlfriend at that point in time) found it endearing. And found me (of all people) 'cute' for indulging in silly cartoon covers at my big overripe age. So, I guess we can all laugh at the irony and thank Emma Lord for being a solid wingwoman for once.
Who would have thought, right?
I do own the author's other, more famous book, 'Tweet Cute.' It is, if I am not wrong, languishing somewhere on my shelves back at home, far away from this polluted hellhole of a city. And yes. You guessed it right. I haven't read that yet. This is a recurring pattern in all my ramblings, and I'm not even ashamed to admit it anymore. Nevertheless, what I liked and disliked simultaneously about this first impression are our protagonists (and their sorry excuse for a feud).
Hello, Sadie Brighton!
Sadie is talented. Sadie is hopeful. Sadie is a big ol' baby who has a superpower of contriving the most basic of situations through the art of misunderstanding. She's a whirlwind of quirky dialogue. Forced pop-culture references. And stilted emotional dissonance. And, lest we all forget, she hates...HATES...Sebastian Adams with all her glittery, sparkly guts.
*Audible gasps*
There we go. The rival, in a book called 'The Rival.' Huge deal. Right?
Only it isn't. And this is perhaps one of the primary shortcomings of this fluffy pancake of a novel. It latches itself to the enemies-to-lovers trope like an adamant sticky note. Parading it with pride. Updating its Instagram bio. Tweeting about it ceaselessly until you know everything there is to be known about rivalries. But at the end of the day, it's more of a trick. A flimsy social-media gimmick meant to cater to media illiteracy and everything associated with the overwhelming phrase.
Sadie and Sebastian aren't mortal enemies. Or maybe they are, if one considers inconvenience to be the direct synonym for the word "hatred." Like every 'I can't stand him' stereotype, the basis of our rivalry is quite shallow as well. The academic beefing adds structure to it, but only too faintly. And that too, most of it has already happened off-screen. Years ago. Which made me think, perhaps seeing these two go at it back in school over feral math quizzes would have been mildly more entertaining than...this?
I don't mean to sound harsh. That's not my intention here. It's not a bad read as well. I really enjoyed the campus side of things, alongside Sadie's familial turmoil.
But I still feel cheated somehow, mostly at how Sebastian is barely even invested in the apparent 'rivalry.' It's silly and tiringly repetitive at this point. These fully molded, staggeringly perfect Gary Sue male leads, who can never do any wrong. Their purpose mostly being the one to fall in love first, withstand the barrage of emotional mix-ups, and never fuck up (barring two major misunderstandings for the mandatory tension in between!) until the Sadies find themselves at the end, at the expense of all the hiccups.
It's not the end of the world. But a little more balance is all I ask. And that's the book for you. Sadie spiraling. Sebastian orbiting her madness. Sadie finding meaning in all of it. Tada! Voila! Kapow! Maybe there was more to it; maybe there wasn't. Time, unfortunately, is a ruthless editor. I can't remember a lot of it. All it takes is a few months in between, and your brain reboots faster than a dying cellphone. Although, I can guarantee, it will make you want to eat some pancakes first thing in the morning. All garnished with rainbow sparkles.
That's the least a fruity-looking book can do for you. Cleanse your palate and make you hungry. Emma Lord's deceptively sweet prose—the added cherry on top.
Thus, it's very readable. And I liked my time with it. Yes, don't you puff. Even after all this conversational whining, I did like 'The Rival.' There's this entire chapter in the middle of the book where the two idiots just sit across from each other and talk. They talk their hearts out, converse, and touch down on their feelings, personal lives, and everything in between. A refreshing inclusion that automatically takes a bland little book and nudges it up to the upper echelons of a good time.
As such, three stars for chapter 12.
Try it if you have a day to kill.
(2025 || 3/5)