Before anyone shoots off a comment questioning my sanity (which, if I were in your place, I would do too), I promise you that reading this was not a very well thought out decision. In fact, I would even call it a whim-- one that probably should have been ignored. For now, let's ignore the fact that it has one of those tacky covers usually gracing the books read by old ladies on the train, and also the fact that this is so very heterosexual (rampant M/M Romance reader here) and that it also happens to be first book I have reviewed on Goodreads in a month. Because I am very sorry for all three of those things, and that this book is staining your newsfeed. But I feel an obligation to mankind (and, on a smaller scale, my Goodreads friends)to warn them of this impending disaster should they choose to read it.
Firstly, I would like to start with a disclaimer: I have not finished this book. Honestly, I don't know if I even made it past the third chapter. However, just reading that minuscule amount was enough to not only determine the rating (which I usually have difficulty doing) but also to absorb enough information to write a semi-review (I say that because this review will have less substance than one written by someone who has finished it in its entirety, which also means you can totally ignore this review).
Upon reading the blurb, I was surprisingly filled with a sense of anticipation and expectation. Say good bye to the typical alpha male with his straining lovestick and say hello to an intriguing, genuinely mysterious male character with a mental disorder-- say hello to Lord Ian Mackenzie. You don't usually come across authors who are bold enough to write such interesting (and difficult) characters, so I was incredibly enchanted by all the wonderful possibilities from the start. By the way, these were just my preconceptions coming into the book. Evidently, things did not turn out the way I expected.
I expected depth. Having a character with a mental disorder, I would have thought that some interesting insights would be presented. In the few chapters I had read, there were none. And if I am to extrapolate the trend seen in those few chapters, I would say that none are presented at all. His mental disability is downplayed, and Lord Ian Mackenzie is no lordly Gentleman at all. In fact, he resembles little more than those typical Rough, Chiseled, Alpha Males with their Glowing Lovestick. Mhm. Right.
I expected a unique courtship. I did not want the typical man-mauls-girl-with-a-wet-cunt-into-a-loving-relationship kind of story. I honestly cannot believe that Beth -- you foolish girl BTW -- actually went for that sort of thing. I had no affection or sympathy or anything (except for the occasional facepalm and loud, gusty sighs) for the characters.
I expected a connection. Seriously, any sort of fucking connection (apart from the one that happens when you insert Part A into Part B). Banter. Sexual tension (one that ACTUALLY EXISTS, not the one that the author tries to tell me exists. Some sort of indication that maybe this really could work as a relationship. And on a whole level of meaning, I expected some sort of connection between me and the book (the lack of which led to the abandonment of it).
And last, but not least, I expected more-than-mediocre writing. Nothing to elaborate on there.
Rating: 1.5 STARS (because 1 star is the lowest rating, one that I really shouldn't give since I haven't finished it) (*whispers*It's really a 1 star*whispers*)