Reread Oct '23 - didn't expect to reread this so soon, but it's another Bake-Off season, which made me think of Paris, whom I genuinely love, and here we are. Opinions much as before (perhaps I am a tad bit more grumpy at Tariq and the way he handles things), and I am still pissy about what a disservice mismarketing has done this book.
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Original review:
I had a lot of feelings about this book, and literally not a single one is about all the things the marketing promised this book was, all of which it patently isn’t, but I’ll get to that in a minute. A few incredibly shallow things first, because I am incredibly shallow:
1) That cover is delicious. Like, stupidly delicious. I don’t even usually like the illustrated trend, but this is ADORABLE and sparkly and makes me crave a rainbow cake every single time I look at it.
2) It is so very sad that all the baking challenges in this fictional baking competition are infinitely more appealing and scrumptious-sounding than anything the poor contestants had to make in the most recent GBBO, lol. Fuck off with your vertical tarts, commemorative biscuit sculptures and cooking-not-baking things – I want every single baked item from this book, stat.
3) The baking competition setting still works really well and I was generally impressed with the structure. Grace is a treasure and the other contestants were fun.
Ok. On to the main course, which is… I liked this quite a lot? I can’t honestly say “enjoyed” because it IS a very authentic and excruciating depiction of someone living with crippling anxiety, but I was very invested and just wanted to cuddle Paris a lot. HOWEVER. Literally the only reason I was in a receptive space for the kind of book this actually is, is that I was forewarned and forearmed, thanks to thoughtful and detailed early reviews. If I had gone into this blind… actually if I’d gone into it without knowing anything about it at all, it’d probably have been fine too. BUT if I’d gone into it expecting it to be the kind of book I had been told it was, by any and all of the author’s promo work and other marketing, I would have crumpled like a mousse that hasn’t set properly or spun sugar on a hot day. If I had read this, in a week that was already quite stressful for various reasons, and I was being quite anxious for said reasons, and I’d trustingly opened this fucking book expecting the fucking feel-good fluffy baking romcom it was being sold as, I would have been SO INCREDIBLY PISSED. And, y’know, anxious. And stressed out. And the opposite of feel-good, or fluffy, or rom-comy, or indeed bakey.
As it is, I knew I should expect a highly authentic, potentially triggering, somewhat exhausting single-POV story of a young guy struggling with a massive undiagnosed anxiety disorder, with a somewhat marginal side of romance, and that the reading experience would basically be non-stop immersion in the main character’s never-ending doomspiral of despair, self-loathing, self-fulfilling disaster prophecies, and self-sabotage. Which. It is that. And knowing what it was and being braced for it allowed me to enjoy it for what it was, and feel those feelings of empathy, and love Paris quite a lot, and root for him and Tariq quite a lot more than I’d even expected.
There is definitely less romance than you’d expect from the cover and the blurb and the romcom label and, well, everything. But I really liked what there was. I liked both characters, I liked that it started low-key, I didn’t even mind the no-sex-before-marriage thing because I thought it was handled well. I was SO happy when Paris finally started to get some help, though I wish it could’ve come sooner. I also, surprisingly, didn’t mind that the end of the book leaves his and Tariq’s relationship on a hopeful but somewhat tentative note, because it seemed to suit them – they are both really young, they’re growing as people, it felt like what they’d had was meaningful and what they still might have was genuinely promising, and even if it didn’t last, it wouldn’t be the end of the world. Again though, probably not a popular note to end on if you’re promoting this as a BAKING ROMANCE, lol.
So yeah. I thought the book was well-written, well-paced, painfully spot-on about anxiety, and as usual deft and insightful about complicated emotions. It engaged me. It made me feel things. But I can’t help feeling that you really shouldn’t have to side-sneak your way into liking a book by way of preventative spoilers-based innoculation instead of, say, being able to trust an author and their publisher to accurately present a book as what it actually fucking is instead of trying to shove it into this twee baking romance niche that is, at best, a bit of pretty background decoration. I had the same problem with the first book, which I also thought was blatantly mismarketed, and it irritates me so much. I am looking at the blurb for Paris RIGHT NOW and it’s… simply not accurate, as in, that’s just really not what the book’s about or even in the right order or causality of events. And I guess I don’t understand why. I would have liked the book more if it didn’t have all this cutesey misrepresentative crap stacked up against it, and I can’t imagine people who genuinely expect a fun escapist baking romcom are going to be pleased with a heavily mental-health focused coming-of-age story instead (especially when anxiety is something quite a lot of people struggle with themselves).
This is another thing I’ve harped on about (and a thing that feels weird to complain about) but I’m still trying to come to terms with the fact that Alexis Hall has moved quite a long way away from the things I loved about his early books, and into a decidedly more mainstream direction. Which, cool for him, it’s just very much not what I’m looking for and I’m taking a long time to internalise the fact that he’s not an auto-buy for me anymore. Even some of the things that I used to find genuinely charming in earlier books, like his tendency to make up quirky words, is making me roll my eyes a lot in books like this one where it’s just gone way over the top. Some of the most ridic examples: “unencattenated” (not occupied by a cat), “Paris gavehimed” (in response to Tariq saying “gimme”), “embikening” (getting on a bike). My dude. These are ludicrous. Just use normal words.
I know that seems like a lot of cross griping for a 4-star review. I’m just grumpy because I kinda feel like liking a book should not be in spite of its marketing team trying to make you like it for something it isn’t. I loved Paris and he deserved better from everyone, including whoever was behind every single marketing decision about this book.