Trouble by Samantha Towle
As I write this review, I’m reminded of the great accomplishment that has been achieved here. No, it’s not that the book is that good – it’s not – it is in fact, the actuality that I have managed to finish a book for the first time in nearly two weeks. And when you read as many books as I do, THAT is something to be considered an accomplishment!!!
Trouble, though, is anything but. It is poorly edited, boring, iPad throwing-ly annoying and as cliché as everything else that I have read lately, the difference however was that it was written semi-decently. THAT is the only thing that helped me get through the mud pile and into the wide open space of What-to-read-next-ville.
The storyline is the same old, same old. An abused woman runs from her abuser to greener pastures (usually in Texas or Colorado), in this case to search for her mother, and falls in love with the first guy she meets.
Yep, I told you it was cliché.
…He’s so hot. His eyes make her panties melt off and she has never felt like that with any other man…blah, blah, blah. See, I told you - boring.
Stuff happens and they get shit on but they end up living happily ever after when she forgives him for something totally unforgivable. Did I mention in this book the male lead, Jordan, spends a lot of his time jealous of his dog? Yeah, so that actually happened…
The fact that this is another, in a long line of books with similar themes that I either haven’t enjoyed or have flat out hated, makes me wonder why books about abused women keep on being published?
Someone had to have decided that - like vampires and shifters in the late naught-ies or casual and light BDSM in the early twenty-teens - we as an audience supposedly want to read this kind of thing. The thought of the person that started this particular trend makes me want to track them down and hit them over the head with their own book!
I don’t read to relate to women who have been traumatized by their own upbringing, or by ‘no fault of their own’, I read to lose myself in some fantastical, whimsical adult fairy tale of drama, angst and hot sex. It’s hard to get turned on when all you can do is wonder if the chick that’s about to get laid is going to flinch when he touches her somewhere, or you’re expecting her to at any minute put the kibosh on his plans to gets laid because she’s having flash-backs to what happened with such and such.
Sure, I chose to pick up this book. And, yes, I did consciously read it. But the reasons behind my choice are two fold; One – It was recommended to me by not only Goodreads but also amazon.com as something I would like since I had read and rated another book. Two – I was hoping that the tags and ratings on Goodreads were actually accurate for once and the book would be as good as the rating it’d been given. So where Goodreads’ accountholders have given it a rating of 4.11/5 stars, I’ve given it 2.5. And again, that’s despite all the crap and shit in this book!!!
Trouble, though, is anything but. It is poorly edited, boring, iPad throwing-ly annoying and as cliché as everything else that I have read lately, the difference however was that it was written semi-decently. THAT is the only thing that helped me get through the mud pile and into the wide open space of What-to-read-next-ville.
The storyline is the same old, same old. An abused woman runs from her abuser to greener pastures (usually in Texas or Colorado), in this case to search for her mother, and falls in love with the first guy she meets.
Yep, I told you it was cliché.
…He’s so hot. His eyes make her panties melt off and she has never felt like that with any other man…blah, blah, blah. See, I told you - boring.
Stuff happens and they get shit on but they end up living happily ever after when she forgives him for something totally unforgivable. Did I mention in this book the male lead, Jordan, spends a lot of his time jealous of his dog? Yeah, so that actually happened…
The fact that this is another, in a long line of books with similar themes that I either haven’t enjoyed or have flat out hated, makes me wonder why books about abused women keep on being published?
Someone had to have decided that - like vampires and shifters in the late naught-ies or casual and light BDSM in the early twenty-teens - we as an audience supposedly want to read this kind of thing. The thought of the person that started this particular trend makes me want to track them down and hit them over the head with their own book!
I don’t read to relate to women who have been traumatized by their own upbringing, or by ‘no fault of their own’, I read to lose myself in some fantastical, whimsical adult fairy tale of drama, angst and hot sex. It’s hard to get turned on when all you can do is wonder if the chick that’s about to get laid is going to flinch when he touches her somewhere, or you’re expecting her to at any minute put the kibosh on his plans to gets laid because she’s having flash-backs to what happened with such and such.
Sure, I chose to pick up this book. And, yes, I did consciously read it. But the reasons behind my choice are two fold; One – It was recommended to me by not only Goodreads but also amazon.com as something I would like since I had read and rated another book. Two – I was hoping that the tags and ratings on Goodreads were actually accurate for once and the book would be as good as the rating it’d been given. So where Goodreads’ accountholders have given it a rating of 4.11/5 stars, I’ve given it 2.5. And again, that’s despite all the crap and shit in this book!!!
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