Rambling. Rambling is my initial impression of the book. So much internal dialogue and self explanation that I had to force myself to persevere through the first chapter. In this case I am... somewhat glad I did.
I'm certain I have read other British authors before and maybe I'm stereotyping a bit, but rambling seems to be a style for British romance authors? Of course the only example I can bring to immediate mind is the notorious 50 shades, which rambled so much that I felt the overwhelming need to bash in the worthless colorless heads of the title characters very early on and never, in four separate tries, could get beyond being so bored to tears by the heroine's vapid introspection that I could get through half the book.
This writer and her characters were rambling, however vastly different in that they were not infinitely, hair-rippingly boring and they seemed to have lively actual, er, character. Just, well, I came here for a sappy romance (or a contemporary, steamy, tawdry, wicked, or down right erotic one) and it's not exactly what I got.
I downloaded this book on Amazon in the search for romances which are an admitted addiction of mine. Stellar (in my opinion) romances can keep me sated for a a few days, a good one sated for a full day before I need another fix. I started another book less than an hour after this one.
Not really what I'd call a typical romance or even a romance at all really. The book seems more of a rambling discourse of a woman on the verge: Of marriage to the wrong guy, of losing herself, of finding herself, of becoming her new self and then, oh! There's a guy sort of vaguely meandering through the pages of her mind's autobiographical periphery. I'd consider this more of chick-lit than anything. In the manner of a good book, this one is fine. It just wasn't what I was looking for and so, in this way, did not completely satisfy.
If you enjoy the large, long treks into the psyche of a woman on the verge, fleshy vivid characters, some fun, smart British humor, learning British slang and terms, a story about coming into your own, and one that somehow makes it to the romantical HEA, no matter how meandering the path, this may be your cuppa.
It's sort of a long stroll through a year in the life of Minty (cute name) with pitfalls, detours, and triumphs abounding. Not saying its a bad thing exactly, simply not quite my cup of tea and as a Brit, I'm certain the author will understand the importance of a stellar cup of tea.
-Love, Valentine