Seemingly romantic book failed to deliver romance
She’s admired Dermot as a writer for as long as she could remember; and at first glance, it may seem like a dream come true that the tempestuous Scottish author is attracted to her as well. But the man have been known for being a serial womanizer, and innocent Laura may not have the right stuff to go toe-to-toe with the elusive writer. Armed with liquid courage, Laura decidedly agreed to what Dermot wanted in exchange for his acquiescence.
A proposition to end all propositions.
One thing lead to another, Laura found herself doing the walk of shame and a little unsure of what had happened the night before. The story continued on with Dermot chasing Laura, Laura avoiding Dermot but as these stories go, someone falls in love in the end regardless.
The bare bones of this story sounded so good. But the writing is a bit of a turn off. Needless to say, I did a lot of skimming. The colloquialisms, mannerisms were stumbling blocks that didn’t help its cause. The dialogues were homogenized European. I just couldn’t get into it.
This was the most un-romantic romance book I’ve ever read. To be honest, the romance was like the proverbial bookends for this novel. It was the beginning and the unsurprisingly happy ending. It went on too long and with much of its focused on the setting up of the literary festival.
Laura was a confused character who couldn’t decide whether she’d be playing the innocent card or the wanton girl who was ready to sleep with an author just to get him to agree. Okay, I get that she was drunk at the time but man, it’s hard to figure out which Laura would show up. Majority of the time she was conflicted and unsure of everything but then she would have moments where she’s all balls.
I really had no clue why it’s titled Love Letters when none were exchanged. Let me tell you this though: if I wanted to set up a festival of sorts, this is a good refer-to-book. But overall, this book was a snoozer. Sorry.
My rating: 2 out of 5 Stars