Just okay. Decent banter between the leads, but I wanted more of the “famous guy dates non-famous girl” plot, which is the whole reason I was reading it.
Also, there's some seriously cringe stuff - the main character constantly refers to her vagina like it's a sentient being, and calls it her “oonie”. Just...ugh.
Oh and FYI this book is around 85% sex, 15% story. So whether you'll like it or not depends what you're reading it for.
I'm so disappointed in this book. Hundreds of pages of nothing but the same conversation over and over again, round and round in circles. Basically nothing happens. I couldn't warm to the MC at all.
If I'd read this book as my first Sally Thorne, I wouldn't bother picking up another one. Thank goodness I read the wonderful “The Hating Game” first!
Thoroughly sweet and readable Christmas chicklit! And I loved the fact that it was set in the London opera world. My only gripe is that the author (and/or her editor) seem to have a massive aversion to commas, and the lack of them made some sentences difficult to follow. I'm not mentioning this because I want to be a “This is WRONG!” grammar Nazi, but when there are sentences like, “I'm going to get you Mary” or “I'm upstairs John” without commas, it's REALLY jarring, and pulls me right out of the world of the book. Plus it can change the meaning sometimes (hence the book “Let's eat Grandma!” :-))
I'm definitely keen to read some other books by Jules Wake, but I hope they don't all have this problem!
3.5 stars
This book is doing itself a disservice with the cheesy “topless man” cover; it's actually much better than that! I'd market it as a cute chicklit novel in the vein of Sophie Kinsella or Meg Cabot, rather. Yes, it has sex scenes, but not as many as you'd expect from a “steamy romance”, and lots of popular chicklit novels (eg: The Wedding Date or The Kiss Quotient) have even more.
I loved so much about this book. Fake romance becomes real? Check. Sexual tension? Check. Hidden identity? Check. Interesting characters and a fun family? Check.
And my favourite thing? It's set in Australia over Christmas! Now don't get me wrong, I love me some snowy fairytale Christmas romances set in America or the UK. But I grew up in the southern hemisphere, and it was so lovely to see my kind of family Christmas as the backdrop to this story. Watermelon slices, swimming, pavlova, Santa suits being WAY too hot to wear, heat and sudden storms that blow up out of nowhere... I'm here for all of it.
I LOVED this. Admittedly it contains everything I love - it's set in a theatre, and contains endless info about how things work backstage; there's a cute romance that's lovely but isn't the centre of our MC's whole world, she has to hide her job from her family, so there's all sorts of lying and sneaking around; there's a famous film actor making his stage debut in a play that sounds more than a little like Harry Potter, so she has to deal with him, too - it's like Maggie Harcourt IS ME (only with better writing skills :P).
4.5 stars!