?Funny you should ask I hate it?

If you don’t books with flashbacks that culminate to nothing. Don’t read it. If you don’t books with random “articles” and “interviews” thrown in between the actual plot. Don’t read it. If you don’t books about “great writers” who when you read their “great writing” you’re um no? Don’t read it.

Now that I know this book was heavily *inspired* off of a GQ article (about Chris Evans) that the author fails to mention in her acknowledgements, I hate it all even more. I dis the article because I again found it weird and unethical and weird and I don’t knowing this shit really happened. Please don’t feel up the people you’re interviewing. And in the book she kept referencing how he was probably too drunk but she still wanted to get that sound bite.

I checked my arc against a finished copy and the author still didn’t mention Edith Zimmerman or that GQ article anywhere in the book/acknowledgments. The rest of my review is also checked against a finished library copy. I tried to give her the benefit of the doubt but alas.

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Their relationship presented in the article felt unethical and the writing style was a mix of flashbacks, present, and useless “articles” and “interviews” and “blog posts” thrown in to break up the plot for no reason. I really don’t when those things pop up in books. I stuck with them at the beginning because I was still interested in the “plot,” but then I realized nothing they revealed was actually useful to the overall story and I skimmed the rest. I mean the plot didn’t reveal anything either, let alone the flashbacks. Why do flashbacks get incorporated when the big “fight” scene in the past is just. so. boring?

I did the beginning (until the faked dog death and then I was one button press away from full on meltdown) and I was interested to see what really happened in the past. But the more I went along, I felt her article was unprofessional and awkward and made me feel weird. She kept talking about all of these stereotypes, when her article did its best to perpetuate them? And she was so sad and angry that she had friends with private jets because she didn’t know if her career was “earned” or not.

Plot twist it was not because what else did she have to write about? I can’t imagine she had three collections of essays published. Essays on WHAT. She proves none of her skills to me, which is another tough sell in books: writers, songwriters, etc always just seem so forced and awkward in books and the secondhand embarrassment is cruel to me. She was so whiny about her writing especially when she thought he didn’t it.

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I suppose the dude was more decent, but I still didn’t him. He sounded nice in theory but the execution was lacking. The whole marriage thing and friends with benefits thing was just not what I wanted to see from him and it made him Not Hot. He was kind of a dick but so was she so they belong together in their phallus palace I suppose. We also finished this book with them knowing each other for a collective six days in ten years. I didn’t buy that.

This book was based on a much shorter, insubstantial in its own right article and it shows. Maybe the article really did happen the journalist said, but that didn’t make this book any more logical. And it doesn’t have to be but it just had a weird feeling. I was more stressed out at her being invited to after parties and passing out and getting drunk.

I felt zero chemistry between the characters by the end and I disd both of our MCs which is impressive. She’s angry that people got the wrong impression from an article she intentionally wrote to give the wrong impression and I just………

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On that ……….. note, there’s a lot of stilted speech (especially during the sex scene) where they’re “can…I…..please…….Alaska…….ninety…..seven…..” and she’s I don’t know what he means but okay and I’m no not okay I don’t know what’s going on???? After this book I ban ellipses. Funny…you…should…ask…I…am…in…pain…

? ”It’s not a problem,” he says. “With you, I…” / “You…?”
? “I just…these fucking…goddamn buttons,”
? “There…Please…Gabe…Please…”
? "Don't," he chokes out, stilling my hand. "I...you…can't..."
? "Fuck," he groans. "Can I...can we…..please..?”
? “Gabe…” / "Don't...stop...Please..don't..."
? "Yes..." My head goes back. "I need...yes..."
? "Fuck, I'm..."

^Those all happened in the five page sex scene. It took 90% for:




I’m also very confused because the author recently wrote an article about the importance of sex scenes in romance and that leaves me even more confused…this sex scene was an afterthought at 90%…and…lukewarm…at best... It’s nice to know the author loves sex scenes, but where is this proof in this pudding?

The pining was pretty good but the payoff was stale. Vague is en vogue here. The words “orgasm,” “climax,” “peak,” “come” were never used during the sex scene. “Got off” and “coming” were each used twice at various points. No “cock” was ever mentioned. I think “length” (mentioned once at 91%) is as good as it got. There’s nothing regarding her body. Wait! We got: “Hands. Hips. Lips.” Oo baby, oo baby.
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