1 ⭐️ Like seemingly all of Anderson’s books (except Comanche Moon which will forever be one of my favorites), this book had a great premise but failed in it’s execution. Molly is on the run from her abusive ex-husband with the stunning but feral racehorse he beat and threatened to kill. She brings the stallion halfway across the country to horse trainer and rancher Jake to work on, with little plan for her own safety and well-being. Realizing she’s in some sort of trouble, Jake sets out to work with both the abused horse and the abused woman as well, offering her a job, a home, and safety until back on her feet. Sounds great, right? It certainly could have been.
I’m a sucker for animals in stories, for ranches, for women escaping bad situations. Unfortunately, I found both Jake and Molly to be obnoxious caricatures instead of realistic people. I applaud the author for going with a plumper heroine (although... it says she was once “rail thin” but that was thirty pounds ago. Rail thin + thirty pounds isn’t exactly morbidly obese here 🙄), but unfortunately that’s basically all Molly’s personality was : obsession over her weight, calorie counting, hating her hair, thinking she’s ugly and short. It got so old, so fast. On the one hand, it could have been heartbreaking to see the number her ex did on her self esteem, leaving her feeling unloved and unattractive. But no joke, it’s mentioned EVERY SINGLE PAGE how fat and gross and yada yada yada she is, it’s exhausting.
“As if Jake Coulter would ever even give her the time of day. What on earth was she thinking? She had pasty white skin, saggy boobs, a thick waist, cottage-cheese thighs, and so many dimples on her buttocks, they resembled oversize golf balls.”
On the flip side, during every single interaction, all Jake can think about is how “pleasingly plump” (🤮) he thinks she is, and how she is NOT his type but is somehow magically attracted to her anyway.
“He liked tall, leggy females with figures his mother likened to Barbie dolls, not short, sweetly plump women”
“Molly, with her big, vulnerable brown eyes, wasn't his type. She had hips.”
“Suddenly narrow-hipped, long-legged, big-busted women no longer seemed very appealing. He wanted short and soft”
“He'd never seen so many curves packed into sixty-three inches.”
On and on, ad naseum. It’s almost all he thinks about. He even compares her to his mother when stating she’s different from his type (ew).
“He only knew she reminded him of his mother in little ways. Jake loved his mother as much as the next guy. She was one of the dearest people on earth and still beautiful even in her late fifties. It was just one of those things that only men understood, he guessed. When it came to carnal pursuits, anything that put you in mind of your mom was to be avoided.
Molly definitely reminded Jake of Mary Coulter. They each had big, guileless eyes and smiles to light up a room. They also had similar builds, both of them short, curvaceous, and soft. They were the kind of women who were made to cuddle children close.
They were also the kind of women who bore lots of children because their husbands couldn't keep their hands off them.”
Note the subtle misogyny in that statement, that women who are short and soft are made to cuddle children and have lots of them because their husbands can’t keep their hands off, while insinuating his usual type isn’t. The book is full of that garbage. Jake is constantly stereotyping women into a box while insisting MoLlYs NoT LiKe OtHeR GirLs.
“Jake had known a lot of women who pretended to be sweet and caring, only to discover later that they were hell on wheels. With Molly, however, he didn't believe it was an act. As hokey as it sounded, even in his mind, she fairly glowed with goodness. You simply couldn't look at her and doubt that she had a kind heart.”
Even Molly joins in on it, deeming herself not like other girls (she can fix cars better than men! She wears baggy clothes and doesn’t do her nails! She doesn’t wear any makeup at all! She has zero experience with animals and yet they all just LOVE her despite her ignoring their obvious cues!) Shes also only 28 or 29 and seems to think that she’s almost past her prime and usefulness as a woman (cause women are only good for childbearing and being young, virgin brides, amiright?)
“She was almost thirty, and though that was still fairly young by many people's standards, she couldn't shake the feeling that time was running out.”
“But, damn it, before her ovaries became atrophied, she wanted someone besides her father to tell her she was beautiful and to give her flowers”
It would almost be forgivable if it was just Molly with this mindset, a testament to how warped she became in her previous relationship. Too bad everyone else in the book feels the same.
Jake also doesn’t just overstep, but practically pole vaults over boundary lines just 24 hours after they first meet, and with Molly giving zero indication of any interest in him.
“Being your boss and all, I promised myself not to do this. But, damn. Talk about hiding your light under a bushel. All that glorious hair, and you keep it in a braid? I could get drunk just looking at you."
Molly gave a nervous laugh.
Jake whistled softly. "Damn. I do have eyes in my head, and I realized you had fine features. But I had no idea you were so pretty."
Molly wondered if she'd fallen asleep on her feet and was having a crazy dream. "Um… what do you want, Mr. Coulter?”
This man is a total stranger, her boss, and holds literally her whole life in his hands - her employment, her home, her ability to feed herself, her horse’s life, her future as he knows she’s on the run, literally everything she has he has control over. Not only that, he recognizes that she’s badly damaged, timid, abused, afraid of men, doesn’t like to be touched, and just escaped her tormentor like YESTERDAY. And he still hits on her, makes remarks about her body quite a number of times, disables her car so she can’t leave and is trapped... Dude needs a beat down, not a happy ending. In a book this is apparently considered romantic, in real life it’s considered sexual harassment. Would it be less palatable if he wasn’t a “hot cowboy”?
That doesn’t even take into account the offputting way of speaking. It’s less “charming country” and more redneck-with-a-banjo, Deliverance style. It sounded false, like what someone who’d never actually been to the South thought the people might sound like - just full of ridiculous, one line “southernisms”. Some people won’t mind but (even though I’m southern!) it was a bit much for me.
“My Mandy has a perplexin' hitch in her get-along.”
“You look like you could chew bolts and spit out buckshot.”
“Well, I'm hungry enough to eat the south end of a northbound jackass”
“I can see your tail's tied in a knot about something.”
“Your legs reach from your ass to the ground, same as mine. I reckon that'll do.”
"You can't cuss a cat without getting hair between your teeth”
“I was afraid she'd try to skedaddle”
“you're one hell of a shade-tree grease monkey.”