If you had given me a copy of 'Loving Jack' and a copy of 'Best Laid Plans' and asked me to read them, I would have said that there was no way that they were written by the same author, and absolutely no way that they were included in the same book. Yet, here we are. Neither book was particularly good, though 'Best Laid Plans' was slightly more palatable than 'Loving Jack' which was like an example of How not to write a book.
If I could award a minus rating, then I would for 'Loving Jack'. I'd take points away for wasting some of my life when I could have been with other, more perfectly acceptable books. It was like a car crash though, I just couldn't tear myself away because I needed to know just how bad it really was. To be fair, about half way, I started jumping a few chapters at a time. I didn't miss much.
First and foremost, there was no plot. Jack and Nathan were stuck in a house together and that was the sum of everything. I cannot physically think of anything else to say about it, because there was nothing to comment on. The fact that Nathan looked exactly like Jack's imaginary book hero - even the same eyes and hair - was ridiculous. The fact that we kept getting segments from Jack's book intertwined was disruptive and progressed nothing. More so, Jack's hero was called Jake. I cannot tell you how often I had to go back because I mixed up the speakers/characters,
The characters were like a parody of their own traits. Jack wasn't just a good cook or a good author, she was the best author, she was the best cook, she was bright and sunny like a sunbeam and she just made everything that she touched BETTER. She was a fucking delight. She had been to Harvard and law school, and culinary school. She studied this and that and knew this bigshot architect and that guy… she was unbelievable. She had no flaws.
Nathan on the other hand was the uptight stick-in-the-mud to Jack's sunbeam. He was inflexible, grumpy and he wore pressed cotton trousers. His shirt was as stiff as his upper lip, and his personality did not once deviate from this for the entirety of the book.
Their romance was unfathomable and insta-love, which was unrealistic, cheesy and just not developed. There is actually a quote somewhere in the book that says that insta-love is the worst thing an author can do, and yet Roberts herself was doing it. You cannot see me, but I am shaking my head with renewed hatred.
I actually could have gotten over the poor characterisation and lack of plot but the dialogue contained my biggest pet hate in all of book-reader land. Constant clarification and repetition of character names during speech.
"Jack, this is good salad."
"Thanks Nathan! Nathan, do you want more salad?"
"Do you know what, Jack? I really would!"
Not an actual quote from the book but it may as well have been.
*And Breathe*
"Best Laid Plans" had a hard time of it because I was so annoyed with 'Loving Jack' that I almost didn't bother. Though I was glad that I did because it was an improvement. There was actually a plot in this book, and the characters were better developed with flaws and motivations and more tempered personalities. There was a sass and a spark that was lacking in 'Loving Jack', and it felt as though the relationship between Cody and Abra was more developed and believable. I actually rather enjoyed this book as a whole. I didn't really warm to Cody, who didn’t seem to understand the word 'No', but I wouldn't say that he dulled my enjoyment overmuch.
The plot was meatier than 'Loving Jack', and had impact on the characters, there was something else to focus on aside from just their relationship. I mean, it wasn't the greatest book that I've read, but it was certainly better than 'Loving Jack' and was the only reason that the whole collection rated more highly than minus 10 which is what it was going to get. Unfortunately because it was a collection, I have to average it all out, hence the low rate when actually I'd have given 'Best Laid Plans' a 2 or 3*.