Thank you to Netgalley and HQStories for providing me with this ARC in exchange for an honest review.
I was really excited to read this when I saw it on Netgalley - it has the romance cover I always gravitate towards, and it sounded like a cute "girl goes back to her hometown and finds a home there" story.
Which makes me all the sadder for not connecting to it. It could entirely be a me thing, and so I won't be adding a star rating until well after release (except on Netgalley where it's required) because I don't like lowering a rating before release (I'm weird).
Katherine quits her job suddenly when she's passed over for a promotion again for another friend of her male boss, breaks up with her "boyfriend" when she realizes he will never be committed to her over his job, and moves back to her hometown of Sheffield to open her own gallery.
This is basically the premise I had going into it, but one of the problems is this premise takes so long getting off the ground - she's still breaking things off with John almost halfway through the book, and it felt uncomfortably drawn out, like a lot of the book. Discussion of the renovation, conversations about nothing of value to the plot, and internal monologue all felt like they could be cut a LOT and the book would be better for it. There's only so much about a tesco trip I need to know, you know? Personal preference.
The exposition relies on conversations with friends and siblings at the beginning, which is usually fine, but her conversation with Lainey felt like one you'd have with friends after a few months, not with someone you work with and see every day. It was a small thing, but it stood out.
These issues for me was accentuated by the romance - which, considering this book is a romance, I would hope would be the shining point. Instead Katherine and Kit have one of the WEIRDEST first conversations I've ever read between love interests and then rarely talk unless they have small bickering moments until the last 200 pages of my ebook copy where they're suddenly into each other. I saw another review say it felt like the bickering was supposed to emulate Jane Austen, and I can see where that reviewer is going with that comparison. It just didn't make sense for these two. They were both described as stubborn but even with that and their motivations, I didn't feel chemistry between them (also, the flirting really weirded me out because it was sex jokes out of nowhere - again, could just be a me thing).
The plot had potential and I'm just sad I saw so little of what interested me - I would have loved if the book featured a lot of Katherine merging with Kit's students and learning more from them rather than just being surprised they were good. I would have liked is Lainey's development and interactions had felt different than night and day depending on the book needing conflict from somewhere other than Kit. It didn't make much sense for me. I would have loved more family time with Kit, and for the scenes we get in retrospect (cute scenes with her brother helping) to be more in the forefront than the paint picking scenes. This all just accentuates how personal my desires were for the book, but my heart tells me I would have liked this book if it had highlighted different moments and been cut down a fair bit.
I will say one more thing - early on in the book, when Katherine sees Kit for the first time, the book reads: “And he’s solid. Not in that need-to-lose-ten-kilos way, but solid in a broad-shouldered, rips wood apart in the rain and plucks kittens from trees like low hanging fruit kind of way.”
I don't have words for how quickly my good faith in this book turned sour when I read that. I had to put the book down for the night so I could try to separate it and keep an open-mind. Fat shaming of any kind - even though Katherine has a less than delighted opinion at Lainey's mother guilt tripping Lainey about eating before her wedding - shouldn't happen without consequence. So when it's a side comment Katherine makes that is never addressed, it colors my opinion of Katherine until the end, and it made me like her less. I call out language like this because I myself am fat, and men of all sizes read romance books even if it's in small numbers, and no one deserves to feel hated or judged when they're reading. No one.
I still really wish I had liked this, it never brings me joy to dislike a book, and I hope it finds its audience!