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This review will contain a few spoilers.
Ian is a little genius. He finished school at thirteen and has been the youngest professor ever employed in his university. Great life? No. Ian had a shitty childhood and seven years ago his heart was broken when the man of his life, the rock star Jessen Sorensen, abandoned him with nothing but a note made of two words on a piece of paper.
And our story begins when Ian, who hates parties, is dragged to one and ends up face to face with Jessen who doesn't seem to recognize him.
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Spoiler alert: Jessen did recognize him, and is actually hellbent on winning Ian back.
Classic set-up for a classic love story. But sadly, a poorly executed one.
First, and it might be the least in this story (since it clearly didn't care about it), but it never is for me: the secondary characters. There's basically like two of them in the book, seriously (I'm not even going to take into account Jess's brother and their drummer, even if the bro should have a bit of importance, they barely even exists). Two secondary characters whom are absolutely nothing but functional. One (Siv) is even used as almost every spot you could find for some other characters: mother figure, only friend, boss, the one who drags Ian to the party, the only close person Ian has... Probably not to make him more like a lone-beat-up-by-life-poor-cinnamon-roll-of-a-main-character. The other is vaguely used as a one time confident. And the two of them are forgotten without any form of ceremony. This made me so mad.
But then again, they are so insignificant it's no use to talk about them more.
Now the two main characters.
Jessen, the supposedly broody and over-confident rock star overshadowed by his brother but who's really just sappy from beginning to end. He had ONE scene where we saw the confidence. Oh, and did I mention his gorgeous body, and his angelic face, and his golden blond hair, and his crystal blue eyes, and that he is super tall, and that he looks like a god (Ian's words, not mine)...
Please.
And he's head over heels for our main character... From the start... But I'll talk about that later.
Now Ian is not confident at all and doesn't think much of himself, but apparently he is obliviously gorgeous, the most gorgeous thing a touring rock star who can have anyone he wants has ever seen. Said rock star told him from the very very start... I said I was going to talk about that later... But I might need some self control. Ian could use some too. He was heart broken, messed up, abandoned in an extremely douchy way... And he just. can't. fucking. say. no. to Jessen. I hate it when they make this kind of thing in romance novels. The MC is pissed for a reasonable reason and the main love interest just has to touch them, or look at them, or even just be in the room to make their heart flutter and their resolve melt. This is bullshit and getting old. Get me some goddamn characters with a bit of will and some self-respect. It just makes them look weak and sappy (I'm getting pissed aren't I? Yes, I think I am... Oh hell, who cares).
But let's get on the more technical parts of the book before I talk about that damn thing I really want to talk about.
The overall structure could have been interesting. It starts entirely in present day and then gives a flashback once in a while making them more present and consistent gradually until a block of chapters in the middle of the story is only set in the past. Then we go back to the present definitely. This is an interesting idea, but I didn't enjoy the originality of it mainly because the more precise structure wasn't really following. To put it simply there are two parts in the book. The build-up and then a lot of sex and cheesiness. It just felt really uneven to me. Also, during the big middle flashback part I had no idea of how the temporality worked, was it days or weeks between every scenes? Did it last days or weeks actually (in the whole I mean)?
But my biggest problem was the freaking last chapter. We're in a third person book from Ian's point of view, and then, suddenly, we finish with Jessen's POV in first person. I got one thing to say: overused trope pushed too far.
I'll just put here (because I don't know where to put that part of the review) a bit of positivity: the book was very aware of the idea of consent, which is a damn good thing nowadays. Jessen was always ready to stop anything he was doing the second Ian told him to, and Ian knew it. Also I liked the straight friend who doesn't give a shit about other people's sexuality, he just likes them because he likes them... and would have been an interesting character if not forgotten that fast.
NOW. WHAT MADE ME RAGE SO BAD.
Insta-love.
Insta-lust.
And all the freaking cheesiness around it.
to sum it up. Ian was a virgin. He meets Jessen. He's never been so fascinated by anyone in his entire life. Jessen finds him so damn special in those first few seconds. They grope a little later. This is soooooo special. No one has ever made Jessen feel like Ian does. Jessen decides to abandon his carrier as a rock star and wants to live with Ian (earlier I said i didn't know how much time was passing in this part, but this is a few weeks at most, just so we're clear). They have sex. Jessen freaks out and decides he's bad for Ian out of nowhere. They're both complete wrecks for seven years. Yes. They don't get over each other for seven years. Without even talking. After so little time together. And then Jessen decides to come back to win Ian back. And this is insta-love for Ian all over again. And there is crying. And cheesy cliché lines I've seen too many times in too many books. A massive lot of them. Please.
I mean PLEASE.
Would it be so bad if people just met and took a bit more than a second to know for sure this is the love of their life? Would it be so bad if they had had true feelings for others before (or in between in this case)? Would it be so bad if there was no such thing as the one-and-only for you? Would it be so bad if people fell in love because they got to know each other?
And also, would it be so bad that people who are not gorgeous-god-like looking and so so so special in every way could also fall in love in some more or less epic ways?
Don't get me wrong I wouldn't mind that if it wasn't so frequent and so unoriginal. I'm just getting tired. This is getting harder and harder to connect or relate with those kind of stories. And I honestly believe that you can make incredible stories with some less out-of-this-world characters. You can actually make extraordinary characters out of normal ones (believe it or not, I don't think this is a paradox). Those stories do exist, but they are so few we have to draw the box of cookie points anytime we encounter one. And I think it's a shame.
Before ending this review, I'd like to say that I completely realize I'm being extra hard on this book. On the rating and the review. I wouldn't have been some years ago when I hadn't read so many things that ressemble it. When I hadn't seen those issues time and time again. And I don't have anymore patience left for this. That's all.