1 - Cigarettes. Our h is a smoker, and she obsesses over cigarettes, ad nauseum. Every single page has her gagging for a smoke, or being lectured about how dangerous smoking is. 'Don't you know that smoking gives you cancer?' cries the hunky man, 'oh yes, yes you're right, it's a terrible dirty habit, how can anybody smoke?' she wails in reply. The whole book reads like your dad giving you a telling off because he caught you smoking. We get it, jesus christ, let it rest.
2 - h finding her femininity - good LORD this was tiresome. So she's a sexless city worker just wanting to embrace her feminine side. What does that mean, you ask? Well obviously it means lacy undies, Jessica Rabbit style dresses, giggling like a little girl, spinning and twirling and running through the sand while screaming 'last one in is a rotten egg tee hehehe'. As she delves deeper into her femininity she became tearful, emotional, she screams and cries, becomes hysterical at times and of course swoons. It's so fucking insulting, I honestly think the author is a man who is disgusted by women and thinks being a woman is noting but wearing frilly bras and skipping about while giggling.
3 - Business plotline - just SNORE. So they are there to buy a resort, or something, and it's all contracts and business meetings and people saying 'I won't sign unless you include this clause' and please kill me I don't give a flying monkeys about this business storyline. Throw the resort in the sea, and that little quaint restaurant too, I care not.
This whole book was irritating, immature and infuriating. I hated it.
This book was written by a close friend of my mothers. I was privileged enough that I was the first to read it and prior to it being published. It is fantastic and I can't wait to read her woman's fiction novel. Thank you Lisa!