The heroine, Maura
Holy hell did I hate Maura. What a spineless twatwaffle she was. I don’t even think I can put all my reasons for hating her in paragraph form, so here’s a list:
The golden vagina trope
You know in romance how sometimes there’s a heroine who, totally inexplicably, all the guys want and adore? I call it the golden vagina trope. Maura must have had a golden vagina, because every dude in the story wants her. (As I said, completely inexplicably) I HATE the golden vagina trope.
All the rich people in the story are horrible, completely unlikeable douchenozzles with zero redeeming qualities. Why can’t we ever have stories where the rich people aren’t awful? I’m sure there are nice rich people out there somewhere.
Attempted rape and assault is apparently OK?
At one point in the story, Maura is assaulted. (Because, you know, she has that magical golden vagina, after all. How can the poor guys be expected to resist? Gag.) Does she run to the police and file charges so that the asshat who hurt her can’t hurt another woman? Nope. She decides to let it go. The reason? Well, her parents are friends/business associates with the asshat’s parents, and she wouldn’t want to hurt their relationship. (I’m not even making that up.) She does call and confirm that with her parents, though, and they indeed don’t want her to report the crime, as it makes her “sound loose”. (Again with the horrible rich people cliches)
And since nothing ever came of this assault and the character involved is never heard from again, what exactly was the point of this entire thing? To make me hate Maura even more than I already did? If so, well, it worked.
Nate, the hero
Nate, for the most part, is a decent guy, but he does a couple of things that irk the bejesus out of me. Number one, he doesn’t fight for Maura at all. He loves her, has always loved her, but simply sits around and waits for the airhead to come to the conclusion that they belong together. In my opinion, Nate can do way better, but if he really wanted Maura (inexplicably, in my opinion), he should’ve put a little effort forth. And secondly, having sex with women because they look a little like the ex you’re still in love with is gross. That is all.
Long-story-short: I wanted to drag the heroine into a bathroom by the hair and flush her head in a toilet. Repeatedly. And this might be the most times I’ve used the word “twatwaffle” in a review. Like, ever. I’m not sure I should be proud of that.
Does this book contribute to or help crush the romance stigma?
It’s lousy with stigma. Stigma clings to it like a bad smell.
Other reading suggestions
Like I said, I might’ve aged out of the new adult romance category, but there have been a few I really liked that are worth a read.