I'll probably review this for Love In The Margins as well because there are some thing I want to talk about. I love Westerns mostly because I like reading about hardworking heroines and heroes and Westerns usually have a lot of farm and house work. I know I'm weird. One thing I hate about Westerns is that they often miss the fact that OOOOOPS Americans live on stolen land. and OOOOOOPS there were TONS of POC in the West. Tons. Asians, Blacks, Native Americans, etc., but yeah. I'll get into that in a bigger review.
Pros: Tyler and Nikki were a great couple. They were equally balanced in strength and humor. How the ended up together was exactly how I wanted them to end up together.
-The action. I love some good bar brawls.
- The sex. The sex was streamy.
Cons: The sex. There were too many sex scenes. I would have either combined a few and made them longer or just cut them and added more emotional tension. Steamy looks. A pond bath.
- Hermano. There's a character named Hermano. like that's his first name.
This book wasn't awesome, but I enjoyed and I will probably try the next book in the series.
hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm i don't really know how I feel about this because there was literally one bit at the beginning that almost made me DNF like a champ. the writing was good. Tony was good. Amber was... goodish.
here's the thing though, when i got to this: "Even before college, her faith in God and goodness had started to fray, and the summer break she spent in the slums outside Cape Town doing charity work with a group of Nazarene students left it in tatters"... "God wasn't watching. There might be a God, or there might not - she hasn't made up her mind about that. But she'd seen enough dire poverty and need in South Africa to shake her out of her complacence." i almost threw my phone out the window.
as a reader, this turned Amber into that person who has no concept of how shitty this kind of white savior bullshit is. this turned Amber into the type of woman who tries to explain to me she knows how hard it is to be black cause she spent a summer in a South African slum and it was sooooooo hard. this made me side-eye Amber so hard. i was just sitting there thinking, don't blame God. BLAME THE DUTCH! BLAME EUROPEAN GREED! i can't begin to even unpack Africa and white savior complexes and a bunch of other shit that has me rubbing my forehead in a goodreads review.
i don't expect every one to be hip to global race relations. i really don't. i am most of the time i'm okay (as in ive come to terms, sort of) with the fact that romancelandia is overwhelmingly white, but i would honestly authors left this type of shit out. seriously. this story is so short, and her faith is actually not a crucial part to their relationship development at all, this seemed so unnecessary. so yeah, this is more like a 2.5. it could have been a 5.
4-4.5 Stars. Goodreads really should look into half stars. This book was so much fun. I mean it. Fun x40andahalf. Kieran is a massage therapist by day and accidental super hero... by day and night when he uses is telekinetic powers to save the LGBT citizen of Ottawa from a villain with similar capabilities.
This is Burgione's first full length novel. I've inhaled this book in one day. I haven't done that in a while. The pacing is excellent. The plot is excellent. I mean a gay guy uses his powers to say other LGBT folks and pride week from an evil asshole. It's pretty cool. There's also a romantic subplot that made me giggle like an idiot. And a lovable dog. Pretty much, Burgione gave me everything I wanted in this book. The writing is so vivid that Light became a piece I instantly wanted to see on film. It's good.
My only issue and why you're seeing that 4-4.5 up there and not 5 came from the character Miracle Woman. She comes across as a magical negro. I think she would have been better served if she was white and maybe he'd made Karen, Kieran's best friend who has more of a fleshed out life, black. I have no doubt in my mind that Miracle Woman is an awesome character, but her actions and motivations missed key points in the black experience that lend to the appearance of the magical negro. Pretty much we don't go around helping white people. In this case I know there was no malicious intent on the part of the author, but I bristled every time she popped up.
That said, I am jazzed for Burgione's next piece. Jazzed I say.