*I received this book from Ylva Publishing for an honest review*
This book involves two lesbians who are both: 1) accomplished – successful (and both characters know of the other – at least the ‘fame’ version of the other); 2) older than me. It is neat, or something like that, to read about a couple who are older (not that much older) than me, than read yet another book that joins the many – soo many – other books I’ve read with couplings of people who could be, or at least are at the age where they could be, my children.
One of these two main point of view women is in her . . . I believe late forties, while the other is in her early fifties. The late forties woman is Maggie Cooper – ‘a successful author with two pseudonyms’ (one a very successful name in historical fiction (the heaving bosoms and . . . I forgot what the man part was described, MF historical fiction) and the other a very successful name in lesbian romance) happens to be ‘vacationing’ in the area because she’s burnt out and needs to try to ‘refresh’ herself (also has writers block). The other woman, the one in her fifties, is a wildly successful British actress named Tamsyn Harris with many awards – but one who is also aging into a difficult place to be as an actress (book describes it well enough, I’ll just say ‘less parts for women in their 50s), and one who has never really lived their own life – deep into the closest is she. The book opens with her ‘breaking’ under the pressure, and ending up being forced to take a ‘retreat’ – her manager (I think that was her manager) set her up for a couple of weeks in a cabin in the woods.
I probably should have picked up on this potential aspect of the book just by the nature of the book – two ‘hot’ lesbians are in a location wherein they are the only two ‘renters’ in a very large area of land (though they are not the only people there, as there’s at least one more – the owner of ‘the main house’, and conceivably there might be more in that house), with nothing much to do except walk a lot, stare at ducks, eat/cook/sleep/read/watch tv/play on the computer/etc.etc. (right, if I’d been one of the two women, I’d probably never actually bumped into the other with all these other distractions, but that’s going down a path I did not mean to go down with this paragraph). I lost this paragraph – happens to me. The thing I was boiling down to was: the nature of the situation was something of a hint, that I didn’t pick up on prior to starting the book, that there might be a heavier emphasis on sex than I’d otherwise have expected.
That aspect popped up immediately and caused me to make an update about how everything suddenly became super awkward. And no – while I think of it as ‘too fast first meeting’, their actual first meeting was actually neat enough to read – they both were outside their cabin walking the trails, spotted each other, continued with their lives (with one almost having a fan moment (Maggie has been a huge fan of Tamsyn since Maggie was a teenager); while the other accidentally allowed a certain amount of hungry lust be revealed in her eyes and body). No, it was later that same day, well night, when Tamsyn wandered over to Maggie’s place – in the pouring rain, for kindling. And I started chanting things in my head like ‘noo no no, stop stop, awkward, just meet! Give it time! Noooo not both instant-lust and instant- fulfillment! Nooooo!’ It was . . . awkward.
Things settled down, largely, though the book still seemed more obsessed with sex (both thinking about it a lot and stuff, less sexy-times, though there’s a bunch of that also) than I prefer to read.
Overall I liked how things unfolded. There were ‘obvious’ points of contention that popped up that were handled in a more reasonable manner than expected – which I liked. I liked the two main characters and . . . well . . . enjoyed the book.
Rating: 4.0
March 30 2019