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3.67 AVERAGE
3.67 AVERAGE
⭐️☆☆☆☆ (DNF’d at 50% but spiritually checked out earlier tbh)
Look, I was in the mood for a no-braincells-required kinda vibe. Something soft and spicy where I could turn my brain off like a dodgy bathroom light and let the serotonin dribble in through sheer force of vibes. Think Icebreaker, Pumpkin Spice Café, you know the genre- cosy smut with emotional support cinnamon rolls and plotlines built from the skeletons of Wattpad dreams. I wasn’t asking for much. I was ready to suspend disbelief like a pair of knickers on a washing line.
And yet.
Instead of not requiring braincells, I think Throttled actively stole mine. Like I could feel them evacuating one by one, flipping me off on the way out.
The plot? Paper-thin. The tension? Manufactured in a lab by someone who’s never spoken to another human. The dialogue felt like it had been written by an AI trained on Monster Energy ads and reality TV fights. But the real nail in the vibe-coffin? That god-awful, tired trope where one character clearly doesn’t want a relationship or kids or a Pinterest-board future, and the other does, and instead of talking about it like two adults with functioning frontal lobes, they just… get angry at each other. For having different values. For being honest. For not being a different person.
Like girl. You are twenty-three. You rejected him. Then got mad when he slept with someone else. What are we doing?? Grow up. Phone a therapist. Read literally any communication skills leaflet from a GP waiting room. This isn’t romantic tension, it’s emotional immaturity with a hot guy filter.
I tried, I really did. I pushed through the first half hoping something, anything, would click, but all I got was secondhand embarrassment and a growing sense of dread every time someone opened their mouth. DNF. No regrets.
Look, I was in the mood for a no-braincells-required kinda vibe. Something soft and spicy where I could turn my brain off like a dodgy bathroom light and let the serotonin dribble in through sheer force of vibes. Think Icebreaker, Pumpkin Spice Café, you know the genre- cosy smut with emotional support cinnamon rolls and plotlines built from the skeletons of Wattpad dreams. I wasn’t asking for much. I was ready to suspend disbelief like a pair of knickers on a washing line.
And yet.
Instead of not requiring braincells, I think Throttled actively stole mine. Like I could feel them evacuating one by one, flipping me off on the way out.
The plot? Paper-thin. The tension? Manufactured in a lab by someone who’s never spoken to another human. The dialogue felt like it had been written by an AI trained on Monster Energy ads and reality TV fights. But the real nail in the vibe-coffin? That god-awful, tired trope where one character clearly doesn’t want a relationship or kids or a Pinterest-board future, and the other does, and instead of talking about it like two adults with functioning frontal lobes, they just… get angry at each other. For having different values. For being honest. For not being a different person.
Like girl. You are twenty-three. You rejected him. Then got mad when he slept with someone else. What are we doing?? Grow up. Phone a therapist. Read literally any communication skills leaflet from a GP waiting room. This isn’t romantic tension, it’s emotional immaturity with a hot guy filter.
I tried, I really did. I pushed through the first half hoping something, anything, would click, but all I got was secondhand embarrassment and a growing sense of dread every time someone opened their mouth. DNF. No regrets.
funny
lighthearted
reflective
relaxing
slow-paced
adventurous
challenging
funny
informative
lighthearted
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
No
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
No
hopeful
lighthearted
fast-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
adventurous
challenging
dark
emotional
funny
lighthearted
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
No
Loveable characters:
No
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
No
Loveable characters:
No
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
I really wanted to love this one as soon as I saw it was about Formula 1 racing, but I just didn’t. I think it’s written very choppily and not my style at all. I didn’t really have an issue with the characters, but I also didn’t find myself caring what happened to them. I feel like the writing is trying way too hard to be “trendy” and “chronically online” because the female main character literally becomes an influencer. This book didn’t have a lot of substance and felt really forced to me. Overall, very meh.
I really enjoyed this book and I like that they're polar opposites as well as The main hero being her brother's teammate
3.75⭐️ 2.5🌶️
This was a fun romance. I enjoyed the racing theme. The FMC Maya was fun, and living in her brothers shadow trying to enjoy life. While Noah was broody, and didn’t let people in. They were a cute and unlikely combo, but I enjoyed it!
This was a fun romance. I enjoyed the racing theme. The FMC Maya was fun, and living in her brothers shadow trying to enjoy life. While Noah was broody, and didn’t let people in. They were a cute and unlikely combo, but I enjoyed it!
A book full of pebbled nipples and trembling cores. Not really for me.