rating: 2 of 5 stars
I should tell you, up front, that I did not finish this book. So, take that into consideration if you plan to keep reading.
Girard had a few good things going on in this book. I like the idea of the Black Stockings Society, and it could have been a very interesting plot point. Who doesn’t get all excited at the thought of a secret society? And I absolutely love a plot line with exes. Yep, I sure do. But this was a book where the ideas were good and the execution just didn’t do it for me.
First of all, all of the characters were problematic. Brenda had her moments where she was extremely likeable. But, there were more moments when she seemed defensive and angry and condescending. I didn’t see why anyone would want to be with her at all, quite frankly. Dominic was boring. There was no conflict in him. He had everything (except the girl) but that made him kind of blah. Where was the excitement? The only character that showed some spark was the resident jerk, Dr. Franklin. I was looking for more in the way of character development (or even interest) and it wasn’t there. There were glimmers of it (which is why the book gets 2 stars from me) but I was hoping for more.
The real problem I had with this book, however, was the writing style. I realize this is a personal preference, but it really did bother me. There was much “telling” in this book instead of showing. The book started with a letter, which sets the plot into motion. But, immediately after that, things are slowed down my the way Girard puts too many words between the reader and the characters.
Brenda Everton calmly put the letter down on her desk. She had no urge to crumple or throw it but accepted it for what it was: a rejection.
Well, does the reader need to be told what she had the urge NOT to do? I know she didn’t have the urge to do that. Why? Because she didn’t do it.
She swung around in her chair and stared out her office window. She placed her hands on the arm rest. “Damn” she said in a soft whisper that quickly disappeared in the empty room. She listned to the sound of the clock, which seemed to keep time with the light drizzle of rain outside and the footsteps walking past her office door.
That last sentence was the best in a paragraph that was desperately in need of an editor.
I wanted to like this book, I really did. I read through the cumbersome writing, hoping that when hero and heroine finally met up it would be worth it. Unfortunately, there was very little magic between the main characters. They didn’t spark with me individually or together. At that point, I gave up. I would try another book by Girard, but this one was a wash for me.