- Robin Kaye -
Eh. Fairly uninspiring.
I really do not enjoy the over the top Italian stereotypes. Maybe it is true to life, but it has been done a million times before in a million different ways and there was nothing original or interesting about this.
My other big issue was that the relationship between the two leads (whose names I have already forgotten, which says it all) was written such that I completely did not understand why they had the inevitable separation. After essentially moving in together, Nick and Rosalie (there we go! Names! Also, wtf was up with Nick giving Rosalie a nickname she flat out told him she did not life? Not so much charming as arrogant and annoying) kept finding out all these supposedly life changing or relationship threatening "secrets" (fairly innocuous ones at that) about each other that they promptly rationalized away themselves without ever discussing it with each other. The conflict felt completely manafactured and worse, completely unimportant. Add in a very bizarre encounter with a former boyfriend of Rosalie's turned priest turned Mafia goon, plus a ridiculous subplot involving Rosalie losing a bunch of weight for no apparent reason, affording Nick to act all macho again, and I pretty much put this down thinking "what a waste of a book".
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