Now, before we start, a warning, this is less of a book review and more of a rant post. So, if you are faint of heart or loved this book (I would like to say “no judgement” but honestly…?), I suggest you don’t read further. It will not be pretty.
Now, am I a salty person? The Dead Sea would look at me and say, “Damn, that’s salty“. Do I hate wasting time on useless, pointless plots? Yes. And that, my child, is how this rant review was born.
Hear me when I say the rage I felt when I finished this book was unimaginable. There are some books that I keep reading despite blaring red flags (much like most of Ben and Fallon’s relationship), because I hate leaving books in between. I am a hopeful soul and hold firm that maybe, it could get better towards the end. Short answer: it did not. Long answer: Keep reading.
Now, the plot of the story is that Ben and Fallon meet in a diner on November 9th. Fallon is about to fly across the country to NYC the very next day. So, they make a pact to meet every year. This plot, on paper, was right up my alley. A little romance akin to One Day, told over years? A story of passion, romance, friendship and finally realizing that they were meant to be? Sign me up!
Turns out, it was a souffle that just didn’t rise. This story was better when I read the synopsis than when I finished the book. An equivalent to when the trailer was better than the movie. But worse. So much worse.
I have learned from this book that characters can make or break a book. And well, meet Ben, the man who broke this book single-handedly. Ben is what you would called a pseudo perfect boyfriend. He has all the qualities of a perfect boyfriend and that would work fine, if he wasn’t such a infuriating piece of shit (Pardon, my French). The man practically forces his way into Fallon’s conversation with her father aka “rescues her”, sits there undressing her with his mind (And no, I am in no way mistaken about this because there is a huge paragraph dedicated to him wondering about what colour her underwear is- three seconds after they meet) and not to mention how controlling he is. Exhibit A:
“I shove the dress back at him. “I don’t want to wear that, I want to wear this.”
“No,” he says. “I’m paying for dinner, so I get to choose what to stare at while we eat.”
If a guy says this to me, he will be limping how after I knee him in the family jewels. But poor Fallon, in her ‘damsel in distress’ with zero confidence and absolutely no self esteem falls for his “I shall wave my magical wand and deliver a few big speeches about how I want to do you and you shall find yourself a confident, sexy woman” ploy. Honestly, there was a point where he asks her, all romantic, about if she knew what he was thinking about when he first saw her, and I admit, the die hard, sappy romantic in me, for a second, did indeed believe he was going to tell her in some touching fashion about how gorgeous he found her and beauty was really about what was on the inside and not how many scars you have on the outside, but no, it was about how enamored by her ass and wondering if she was wearing underwear. Romance is truly dead.
There were so many such exhibits. And omg, if this is what the New Adults of the world are being exposed to, nowadays, I worry for the future generations. Just to clear things up, no, virginity is not a “gift” to the guy and you do not “lose a bit of yourself” and making it seem that way, just made me want to vomit all over this book. And also, if a man ever puts his hand over your mouth, to prevent you from speaking, bite him.
Moving on the Fallon, aka the cause for my rising blood pressure- Part 2. In short, I found her extremely annoying and totally melodramatic. But she was tolerable even though she found the fact that her “boyfriend” keeps objectifying her as romantic and not disturbing. I found it sad how complying she was, even when she was uncomfortable. This book really took objectifying women to a whole new level. Not to start on the gas lighting.
“It took four years for me to fall in love with him. It only took four pages to stop.”
So, as you can imagine by the time, the actual plot twist came around, I was done with this book. And honestly, the plot twist didn’t improve things. It just cemented my already deteriorating views about this book. I was right to hate it. I was right to trust my instincts. And this book was truly terrible.