Had Sarah been 15 to 20 years younger-she’s on the brink of 40 and not yet divorced from her husband of 17 years, who she’s now come to realize she never really loved?-maybe I would have cut her some slack and not pitied her desperation quite so much. Granted, being "ghosted" would hurt, but after seven days, by a man you barely know, to be this obsessed? Come on. Failing to see, understand or feel the spark of the couple’s connection in my bones, I couldn’t view Sarah’s actions, after she’s "ghosted" by Eddie, as anything more than the insipid whining of a very desperate woman. Missing out on the best part of any budding relationship-the actual falling-colors this entire story with a deep shade of insta-love. Here is where the problem lies-as readers, we are only privy to a few vignettes over that seven day period, meaning the development of Sarah and Eddie’s relationship is non-existent. The big beating heart of the story should have been the couple, Sarah and Eddie, who supposedly fall desperately in love after spending a mere “ seven perfect days” together.
did I mention the grass? It seems to be a favorite of hers. I’m talking trees, grass, valleys, grass, birds, grass, the sky. Rosie Walsh has a strange penchant for drifting off and describing the outdoor scenery, regardless of the fact that her characters find themselves indoors or that it’s simply irrelevant to the storyline. Her writing lacked finesse and landed more on the bland side of the spectrum, when she wasn’t getting caught-up in the weeds. The first red flag, my inability to succumb to the author’s style. Instead, ever the optimist and down a BOTM credit, I decided to stuff those nagging feelings somewhere deep and forge ahead with an open mind. In hindsight, maybe I should have listened to the voice in my head telling me-after only a few chapters-this wasn’t going to go well and simply moved on. It was the promise of a love story and the loaded title, wrapped in a pretty package, that started the incessant pitter-patter in my chest-I was so sure, this would be one to remember.
I’ve never shied away from the fact that I’m a reader with a strong opinion, so why start now? It’s not that I enjoy writing one star reviews or labeling something as “not for me”, but the reality is, there are books that walk into my life and don’t work for one reason or another.
“For anyone who has ever waited for the call that didn’t come.
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