Man, this book got super weird super fast. Yeah, let’s totally set this dude up as the father figure who basically raised the main character and also just lost his wife to fucking cancer, and then make him the love interest. Out of fucking nowhere. Whaaaat. Like, I can see Shea’s hero worship of Coach. I can even understand her crush. But him reciprocating the feelings? And acting on them? For goodness sake. It’s not that he’s so much older, it’s that, again, he and his oh so recently deceased wife basically raised Shea since her mother was apparently too heartbroken to get out of bed for most of her childhood, and her father left them for his “real” family and was pretty absent. Hello, daddy issues.
Electra Shea needs therapy, not a boyfriend.
Also nice little subplot brushing off domestic violence because the dude is a promising football player, and blaming the victim for sexual assault because she’s “fast.” Uhh. No. Hard pass. It wasn’t even a comment how how this happens in college sports culture all the damn time and that’s disgusting. No, it was totally acceptable and we, as readers, are expected to just take it and move on.
Glad to see that my seething dislike for Emily Giffin’s writing has been once again justified. I can guarantee I will continue to hateread her novels for years to come.
Barf, barf, barf. I wish I had more than two thumbs to put down.