Oh my freaking god. I cannot remember the last time I have been so disappointed by a book. Even when I saw the turn the book was taking I tried to keep an open mind because it was lent to me by someone and obviously you don't want to trash a book someone you know likes. But I can't. Jesus Christ. By the last third I was almost in tears every time I picked up this book and not because it tore at my heartsrings.
When I read the plot summary for this book, I really was decently excited. Steel's is a name I've heard/seen around quite often, but I didn't know much about what she writes, and the plot of this really sounded like it could have been quite interesting. I thought it was going to be about three women genuinely rekindling a simmered out friendship and working to bond together through the traumas and difficulties that they've all been through, learning that female friendship can be a force for great good. Nowhere in the summary did it sound like it was going to get all schlocky love at first sight bullshit romance (pardon the language I do try not to cuss on Goodreads but Christ on the cross). The only woman who sounded like she would get a significant romance subplot was Zoe, and though it wasn't love at first sight, her love interest is so disgustingly pushy, and one thing in particular he said set me off so bad it made me spiral into my worst thoughts because I was so mad. I really really tried to be open once I saw the spin this crap was actually taking, I tried so hard, but nothing can salvage this. Zero chemistry, zero time to let an actual relationship grow; I cannot for the life of me stand love at first sight/in three freaking days(!!!) tropes. They legitimately make me ill with anger because I hate the trope that much. Only one book ever has made me like it and it was because of the writing style, not the relationship.
Which, speaking of, the writing style on this was terrible too! Absolute garbage to be frank and very very blunt. How many times do you have to repeat how beautiful and young-looking the women are, how much Tanya and her INFATUATION made love, etc. for Christ's sake. I was speaking with a co-worker about how we were in awe Steel had like, what, 100+ books out? And when I started reading I instantly thought "well, I see how." Which I'll be honest, is unfair of me. No matter how little effort I put into writing, I know I couldn't pump out that much. I'll give her that she is insanely dedicated and that is admirable. But unfortunately dedication doesn't mean skill or high quality. Subtle characterization is a foreign word to this novel and, I'd assume, to her style as a whole. Absolutely everything is spoonfed to you. The absolute epitome of what happens when you don't show instead of tell. Another point I'll give her: I'm more confident in my ability to do so now, though I know I also lack in that skill.
I'm sure I will not be reading another Steel book. And I am very sorry for my friend who lent me this book. I finished for you, but it was terrible.