2.5
Sad to say, but I wouldn’t save this book in a fire
Thought I’d like a light read, but man, this one took “light” to a whole new (low) level. Trite, predictable, and ultra-simplistic, I also found the book, in spots, embarrassing. Picture a Hallmark card that shows a female firefighter flexing her gigantic muscles while smiling and shouting, “Happy forgiveness”!
This is the story of a feisty and expert firefighter named Cassie who falls in love. Other crew members include a Mr. Wonderful, a mom with an eye patch, and a firehouse full of men who are nervous wrecks because they have to work with a woman. Mostly we’re inside Cassie’s boring head.
Oh, don’t get me started! Almost everything about this book annoyed me. Okay, I’ll play nice and put a few little things in the Joy Jar.
Joy Jar
-Even though Cassie bugged me, I have to say she’s a good person, which makes her likeable. And she’s a superstar firefighter with a great track record for saving lives.
-I liked the surprise scene at the awards ceremony at the beginning of the book. It was underplayed, though. I wanted more.
-Loved the scene where the firefighters were putting out a tough fire. It was well-written and exciting, and I was glued to the page.
There are some big turn-offs, though. Sigh, I must drag out the Complaint Board.
Complaint Board
Stop showing off! Cassie is as strong as an ox. Okay, that’s pretty cool (if you’re into people being physically strong, which I am not). Cassie gets busy showing off to the guys just how much better she is at, well, everything. Damn straight! She does 11 one-handed pull-ups (!) and that puts those men in their place all right. Oh, and she puts them to shame at basketball, too. She truly is a wonder woman. Showing off is so obnoxious to me, I don’t care what gender you are. The vibe here was, of course, girls are just as good as boys, so there! Cassie seemed like a 5-year-old, yelling, “I’m just as good as you are, Mr. penis head!” I like it when females KNOW they’re just as good, when they don’t feel like they have to prove anything, when they aren’t pitting themselves against the opposite sex, when they’re just doing their own thing. I don’t like wars. Cassie showing up the guys at work isn’t going to raise the men’s consciousness, I don’t believe.
Oh, god, please don’t go all girly! Cassie was supposed to be Ms. Independent Woman who “didn’t need no man,” and then suddenly she turned all girly girly when Mr. Dreamboat appeared. Who would have thunk it? Oh, he’s so cute. Oh isn’t their silent and secret love adorable? Oh aren’t Cassie’s giggly thoughts, her fluttering heart, her jelly-ness, just oh so precious, too? Gag me with a spoon! It was sickening to watch her swoon. Cassie herself doesn’t like it that she’s all girly, but she apparently can’t help herself. The fact that a grown woman turns into a hormonal preteen is beyond obnoxious to me. Some guy turns you on, great. Go for it. You don’t have to fall apart and act silly. (She did hide her feelings, but we had a front-row seat to watch what was going on inside her silly head. Lucky us.) To make it worse, there’s a puke-worthy scene when she’s getting dressed up to go on a date. I don’t want to read about primping for a date, I really don’t. Doesn’t interest me in the least.
Come on, can you really forgive? I know you’re supposed to forgive, but in most cases I think it’s unnatural. I just can’t get with the forgiveness program, I just can’t. Telling me to forgive is like telling me to calm down—not a chance in hell. (And the poor person who suggests that I do? I may not ever forgive them, lol). I have trouble believing that forgiveness works for anyone, but I’m probably just jaded. Cassie forgave two people in her life. I did understand her forgiving one of them, but forgiving the other person was ludicrous, and it really riled me up.
Nope, don’t believe how you acted around the problem firefighter. I didn’t believe Cassie’s reaction to him. I can’t go into details, but I can say this: I don’t believe she figured out the problem, I don’t believe she arrived when she did, I don’t believe she got him to do what she wanted. That storyline felt all wrong.
A non-Cassie-related complaint: The language and internal monologues are just too sophomoric. In fact, I would be curious to learn what the reading level would be for this book. Middle school, maybe?
I know I sound so curmudgeonly. You probably all don’t believe me, but I really do like to read an occasional romance. This one just didn’t cut it; too Hallmark-y and trite. Remember, though, I’m the outlier here. Most people thought it was a decent beach read; I would have buried it in the sand and called it a day.
Thanks to NetGalley for the advance copy.