This book was just... badly empty.
I just felt 0 emotions throughout, apart from the occasional cringe. Even the big event at the end elicited only a little twinge of... uncomfortableness, not even sadness, certainly not the heart-wrecking emotion most of these reviews seem to speak of.
I hated the way this was written, from the constant repetitions to the irritatingly cringy dialogues. Felt no attachment whatsoever to any of the characters, also downright loathed the MC. (Who, by the way, claims to be so grown and mature for her age, only to justify her cheating on her boyfriend to “being young” and “being able to make mistakes”, and actually uttered the sentence: “he was just being a guy” after being called a ‘hot piece of ass’).
Actually, I did find myself *sardonically* amused by Thayer’s character throughout this utter masterpiece of a book. I find it hilarious when authors try so hard to make the love interests lovable, and end up making them say textbook sentences (literally word for word) to suddenly make them swoon-worthy raging feminists (of course, this happens only in conveniently cliché situations, such as - and limited to- when a guy hits on the MC. Other feminist innuendos appear to be strictly banned in any other situation). Example: MC dares utter the phrase “It’s ok” to try tell him to chill out after he fires a guy from his landscaping company for disrespecting her. Love interest proceeds to say: “Don’t say that. Don’t fucking say that. It’s never okay for a man to talk about a woman like that, let alone when she’s standing right there.”......... 😐THANK YOU, THAYER!!!! 😍 Without this man, this unfathomable, unimaginable knowledge would have remained a shrouded secret. We know, my man. Like, really, no actual shit. She really was just trying to tell you to chill out. She knows. God.
And, I’m sorry (I’m not), but how, just how, was Forrest’s character LIKED?? I can understand the appeal of a child (I can’t), but every sentence he spoke was so clearly thought by an adult that it was just so hilarious😭😭. Our brilliant MC repeatedly praises the little human’s intelligence (that does appear to exist in some sentences) only for him to say: “What did she mean about my dad cheating on her? Were they playing a game and he cheated?”..... 😭GOD, the way his intelligence appeared only when the author thought it convenient, and otherwise reduced him to a blabbering, brainless prop, was atrocious. At least be coherent to the character itself😭.
The love-story itself was... just no? There was no spark (hell, there wasn’t even a little microscopic twinge), no chemistry, and the whole plot was just a succession of embarrassing moments and equally embarrassing dialogues (and actually unspeakably embarrassing thoughts from our brilliant contradiction of a MC). And it was just so BORING. Gah.
Honestly, I felt more interest towards the mention (a microscopic one-sentence mention, mind you) of Cynthia and Thelma’s secret love story. Two old women who get mentioned a grand total of 2 times in the rest of the book. I kid you not.
Some of the scenes were catastrophically, bury-my-head-in-the-sad, genuinely unbearably, cringe. I wish I could say they were the good kind. *They were not*.
There are so many more things (even worse ones) that I could mention, but I really don’t have the energy. Just spare yourself this.
I’m not usually THIS harsh, but it’s 6 a.m. and I didn’t sleep, so endure my particularly pleasant self and this brutally honest review.