I genuinely never thought I'd see the day where I didn't rate a Mariana Zapata book five stars, let alone two stars. I started reading this book the second it came out (in August of 2019) and after putting it on hold, it had sat on my kindle barely read, for nine months.
I had been in denial, convinced I was just not in the right place to be enjoying this book, but now I can confidently and sadly say this book did not live up to my MZ standards. The first 40% was, quite frankly, gruelling. It took me a few days to get through it, and I found myself disliking every character but Gramps and Peter (they're the real MVPs of this story).
I just did not vibe with the romance, it was lacklustre and tame (in the sense of tension and romantic flare? I'm not sure if I'm accurately getting across my meaning, but the relationship was dry and I wasn't rooting for them). I was confused and bored through most of it, just reading to get to the end. I was ambivalent towards Lenny, she was spunky and I did enjoy her sass, but Jonah was a flat character.
I usually love a good, sweet Hero. Something that I think is underrated in romance, but he missed the mark. He seemed so one dimensional and boring, without much personality and zest.
The pivotal plot point that drove the entire book was the fact that Jonah had left Lenny after a rugby injury, and he had failed to get in contact with her for seventeen months, despite her hundreds of attempts to get on contact. While he supposedly "missed" all of her emails and texts, Lenny had realised she was pregnant and had given birth to their daughter.
The story starts up when Jonah realises his mistake and flys from New Zealand (his homeland) to the USA, where Lenny lives. There he realises his mistake, meets his eight-month-old daughter, and is determined to make amends and become apart of their lives.
To be completely honest, I found the whole "I didn't ignore you, I broke my phone, forgot my email password, my siblings/friends never passed on your messages, my postcards got lost in the mail" excuses bullshit. They drove me crazy and I could not get behind them. I would have almost rathered that Lenny not have attempted to get in contact with him at all, because the excuses used to cover up him missing the messages (all in order to keep him this super redeemable character) seemed so ridiculous.
And I am so sorry, but the New Zealand slang and confusion around American slang was a little bit silly. I am Australian and I can assure you, we all know that American's don't call thongs (flip-flops) that, and all the popular 'American' sayings (cross your heart) and used over here. We're not some bumpkin lot, we're aware of other cultures. The slang was used in the wrong context, and it made me very uncomfy (oi, yeah nah, nah yeah, aggro). And 'yeah, nah' was used way too many times, it just made me cringe.
I feel incredibly harsh writing this review, and part of me feels so guilty because MZ is my all-time favourite author. It feels almost blasphemous to be finding fault, but I truly did not enjoy this book and am heartbroken about it. I will still auto-buy all of her upcoming books, and reread her old ones (I've almost read some of her books 10 times, in three years! If that doesn't communicate how much I love her work, then I don't know what will).
I'm going to sign off here, I don't know what else to say but I am so sad about this.