The beauty of the romance genre is that there are a lot of different options and sub-options for what you want. We can make a choice of open/closed door romance, smutty & spicey, or vanilla. It all runs the gamut, and we call all pick, like ice cream, which suits us and our needs. My biggest gripe with this book isn't that the spice and smut were non-existent, it wasn't because the story is vanilla; my biggest issue is that the book reads like a 1990 "rom-com." The storyline, the tropes, and the characters are all from that style of romance, and it's not really a romance, as it's a women's contemporary lit story with a romantic storyline.
Issue #1: The people bumbling together are kind of not that great or interesting. The FMC, Laney, should be root-for-able. She's smart, "thick", and "geeky". The issue is that she has scenes dancing & "twerking" in the kitchen to Aretha Franklin (ahhh ain't it cute?). She has many moments like this that feel paint-by-the-number in a rom-com. The MMC, however, I seriously have no idea why Laney is still fawning over him. Oliver is just sort of there. He lacks depth and interest. He doesn't know that he's a walking trope, so the FMC being obsessed over him after 10 years lowers my esteem of her character.
Issue #2: The FMC has a ridiculous crush on a dude she should have moved on from 10 years ago (the crush isn't the problem but how the crush is presented. The crush is written so childish and immature. The character feels young. She lists kissing homeboy as a life goal in her big age and it made me sad for her). She gushes over the smallest things, gets upset when he cavorts like the playboy he is, and judges him for dating around. It makes Laney seem thirsty. The unnecessary flashback to when they were 14 makes it even worst because she was crushing on him even as he was doing the bare minium as a friend and necking lots of women. I didn't see a friendship build from serious or caring moments, just a "geek" girl be the goher with other women who like him.
Issue #3: Of course, she's closer to 30 than 20 but was saving herself for him even though he has never, not once, shown any romantic interest in her. We read scene after scene of her eee, ooo, and awwing over how cute he is and his muscles. It reads like a YA or NA book, even though we are dealing with people in their mid to late twenties. I love a good rom-com like the next person, but it should be updated not to feel stale, and the characters should act like adults.
Issue #4: There is a lot of privilege going on in this story, and the characters are completely oblivious to it. A lady's dog burns down an entire apartment building, and she's more upset about the quality of the candles. Not that large number of people are destitute and have lost their valuables and could have lost their lives. The FMC has an "I want to talk to your manager" moment (for good cause) but instead has her Pretty-Woman-telling-off-the-store-clerk moment in reverse. Instead of schooling her as an adult-- a grown woman, and taking her business elsewhere. She scolds the clerk, becomes buddy-buddy, and exchanges business cards to shop there again. The whole thing is prosperous. The sales clerk was basically fat shaming her and we are supposed to think well it's all good now. The MMC actually says "what kind of guy wore bright purple like that? A f-ing pimp? He needed a feather cap." The classism displayed effortlessly in this book leaves a lot to be deserved.