**Many thanks to NetGalley, St. Martin's Press, and Carola Lovering for an ARC of this book! Now available as of 6.14!!**
Have you ever been trapped on a subway car with a couple that just SHOULD NOT be together...and you get to subsequently listen to their petty and obnoxious argument?
Now picture that one half of this couple is a highly overrated and slightly washed up alt-country star...and the other half is an obsessive fangirl who just couldn't move on.
Then toss in the 'one that got away' for the man to stare at longingly from across the car...and you'd (somewhat) have this book.
Said musician is Jake Danner, leading man of a band called Danner Lane, and at a concert in 2013 he meets Molly Diamond, a would-be writer. He writes her a song, titled fittingly "Molly's Song" (heavy eye roll) that helps propel the band to fame, but Jake's bad behavior (you can guess what that is) and other circumstances drive the couple apart.
Years later, Molly has put aside, well, ALL of her has-been dreams, from being Mrs. Rock Royalty to being a star novelist and has settled into domestic bliss with Hunter, a friend who became much more, and is raising a young daughter Stella. She doesn't quite fit in to the wealthy suburb, however, and trying to have another child has made her feel lonely and frustrated. Amidst these IVF struggles, she just HAPPENS to meet Sabrina at her yoga studio, a woman who can SO relate (OMG) and Molly feels she's finally found a kindred spirit. But just how close IS Sabrina to Molly? Was this chance encounter a coincidence...or a highly orchestrated move from a woman who knows more than just the lyrics to Molly's Song...but their inspiration itself? Is she there to provide a shoulder...or to simply tackle some unfinished business of her own?
After mixed feelings about my last Lovering book (namely that the big twist was simply revealed too soon, and was followed by a bit too much exposition) this striking cover caught my eye and I figured I'd give this one a try. I'm all for a good story of obsession. HOWEVER what I did not bargain for from the beginning with this book is that much like giving a feline a bath, this one was mostly a catty, and soapy mess.
These characters were not only unlikable to me, but were ridiculously immature. Jake is supposedly such a drool worthy rock god that we are supposed to ignore the fact that he's...a stereotypical, womanizing rocker. He's also referred to as "Tim McGraw meets Kurt Cobain." Blech. And don't get me started on his TERRIBLE lyrics...I think there was more than one reason the band struggled. But that's neither here nor there in terms of this story.
This bouncing timeline was just one more thing to add to the overall frustration I felt while reading this book. I understand it was necessary in some respects, but it wasn't executed well and most of the 'past' sections could have been shorter, or just eliminated entirely, because they felt repetitive. We get it: Molly thinks he's the perfect man and can't get over him. Their relationship was incredible until it (unsurprisingly) wasn't.
It also bothered me that childbearing (or the lack thereof) seemed to be such a sore point for these characters. For me, this sort of just reinforces the narrative that women have to have children in order to feel fulfilled or whole, and that notion sort of makes me uncomfortable. I feel lucky to have had my son every day, but if it hadn't been in the cards for me, then that would have been it. It isn't "Well of COURSE you're going to spend 30k+ on IVF" for everyone. I respect that everyone has different views on this subject, but I just didn't like the amount of emphasis placed on this aspect of the story.
Perhaps my biggest struggle, though, was this dialogue. The characters really did sound like they'd just waltzed off the set of a soap opera, or a bad daytime talk show. I rolled my eyes many times, and the sappy 'perfect' ending just solidified that feeling. This is also in NO WAY a thriller, or even a suspense book, so other than some semi-obsessive behavior, there's nothing scary or intriguing here. I'd cite some examples. but I didn't pick any at the time and don't have any desire to relive those moments.
Finishing this one, however, was much like the end of the aforementioned cat bath: I got through it, but I can't say it was worth my time...and now *I* just feel like I need a long shower.
2.5 stars, rounded down