(This is a romance, so the "spoiler alert" isn't really, but if you'd prefer not to know anything at all about the book before you read it, skip this review.)
Having been introduced to Laura's Grape series by a mutual writer friend sometime last year was an unexpected delight. My brief semester in Paris was shorter and 10 years prior to Laura's original visit to Beaune, but having the chance to revisit the country and a similar experience through her fresh, funny, rich and authentic perspective was a soul-satisfying Franco-Canuck meal I hadn't known I was so hungry for. I devoured all the books in the series, followed all her social media, signed up for her newsletter and was honored to be chosen to be on her ARC team for A Vineyard for Two.
Cognizant of that honor, I say all that to explain how much I truly wanted to love this book. In keeping with Laura's own bold and refreshing honesty about so many things in her life, however, I must respond in kind and admit that I, well ... didn't. It's true that my teenage romance-guzzling days are decades behind me, but I do still enjoy dipping a toe or two into the romance ocean from time to time and hoped very much this would be a rewarding splash. While her writing is as evocative as ever in the description of the setting and the very authentic-feeling (with one notable exception) window into the experience of life in a Burgundian wine village, I had so much trouble with the characters and the actual story.
The heroine, Cerise, proprietor of her eponymously named vineyard (really??) was immature and dislike-able to a degree I found hard to swallow. Yes, she's had a heart-breaking tragedy, but her bitter, shallow and uber-biased perspective (based on zero actual data) on the opening mise en scene of the book was puzzling and made it really hard to develop any rapport with her, which is challenging for a reader who genuinely wants to care about the protagonist and her story. The introduction of the mystery around the relationship of les deux kept my interest enough to keep going, but the hero was, by contrast, so falsely god-like - think Captain America's character in Thor's body in French clothing (and with a truly off-putting name for American audiences) - that he was almost equally as difficult to connect with. How beautiful could Cerise have been for him to put up with her inexplicably tiresome, petty, childish attitudes? And yet, of course, he does, again and again, charmingly, graciously lusting after her for no other reason, it seems, than her siren beauty (never really explored) and grit, of which she does have plenty, and which tastes appropriately gritty.
The supporting cast was more or less equally drawn from central casting, and only at the tail end revealed to be any more than cardboard cutouts of people. Much was made of Cerise's rebellion from the attitudes of a typical Frenchwoman, but this, too, was neither explored nor supported; she merely seemed like a particularly clueless, shallow, resentful North American teenager in a French body, manipulated to support the feminist through-line. (I'm not anti-feminist, it just seemed so blatantly crayon-drawn that it was hard to resonate with).
Through a fairly predictable (I know, it's romance, I wasn't expecting profound literature, but still) series of events, both characters experience their ordeal, insight and reward and forever after ending in which all their character flaws are realized, atoned for and forgiven and they ride off into the sunset forever.
I'll reiterate here that I have so much respect for Laura as a human being and as a writer, and look forward to continuing to follow her, root for her, read what she writes and cheer her on her journey. I think what didn't add up for me was the marked difference between the expansive, beautiful, self-aware character of the author we've come to know and love, and the shriveled, sour and oblivious one of her first fictional female heroine. Maybe romance isn't her genre, maybe she needs experience and seasoning, maybe I'm not her ideal reader in this genre, maybe it's great and I just can't see it. I love that she took a leap and risked branched out into something new. As Roosevelt so wisely observed, it's not the critic who counts, but the one in the ring - a ring I've been afraid of myself for lo, these many years. Kudos to you, Laura, for dancing in the ring; may you continue to dance there no matter what with the joy, freedom and spirit that is your trademark.