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3.62 AVERAGE
3.62 AVERAGE
I so, so wanted to like this book. I've read Ree Drummond's blog off and on, and she seems very warm and genuine. I read half of this book and couldn't slog through another minute. Reading about the Marlboro Man's muscular tan arms and fabulous blue eyes over and over and over was tiresome.
Fun and charming love story - even if it did become a bit repetitive and tedious towards the end. (I can only read so much about his muscle-y arms and the fact that you "made-out" again and again.) It's a fun, light read that I would recommend to many of my girlfriends. Sweet read.
I adore The Pioneer Woman. I watch her on Food Network, follow her blog, and use her recipes. I do not believe, however, that this book was her best work. This read, to me, like a dimestore romance, and I found myself saying: "ew" and "ugh" quite often. I think that her love story was worth writing about, and I feel as though I know her better after reading it, but I may not actually admire or respect her as much. I think this book had so much potential for insight and it just got lost in all the revolting descriptions of the many make-out sessions that the couple had. And if I were her husband, I would be embarassed. I assumed I was getting into a memoir or biography when I picked this up. I may be a bit of a prude, but I'm just not a fan of "hearts fluttering against chiseled chest muscles" and "lips meeting passionately as if for the first time since being seperated for years and years."
I can't believe I'm saying this, but this made me hate the Pioneer Woman. She comes across as a self-absorbed twit, and that's putting it nicely.
I should have known not to keep this on my "to be read" list. I read her blog for about a month and didn't really enjoy it. She's takes beautiful photos, but her writing is just not my cup of tea.
A lot of romantic comedies are like this: the two protagonists meet in a cute way, hit it off, sparks fly, and then there is some inevitable betrayal/seperation, followed by a chase scene leading up to a happy ending. And then usually when it's over, and you are feeling the romantic feelings, you stop and think, "but how well did they even know each other?" That's about how I felt in reading this how-we-met story.
Halfway through the book, having read pages and pages about "Marlboro Man," as seen through Ree Drummond's eyes, I knew a few things: 1. He was very cute 2. He wore Wranglers 3. He called her every night and they went on a date every day 4. He was a ranch owner and took his work seriously 5. He was a good kisser. I knew in great detail 1. what outfits she wore on each date, 2. how she did her hair, 3. the amount that she perspired when she was nervous, and 4. wondered why she contiued to wear high heels if she always tripped on them and embarassed herself in front of Marlboro Man and his near relations.
I have visited The Pioneer Woman blog and am convinced that there has to be more depth to Drummond's life than what she shared in this story. I did finish it, but it was a grueling process, because the story seemed to remain at the surface level.
Halfway through the book, having read pages and pages about "Marlboro Man," as seen through Ree Drummond's eyes, I knew a few things: 1. He was very cute 2. He wore Wranglers 3. He called her every night and they went on a date every day 4. He was a ranch owner and took his work seriously 5. He was a good kisser. I knew in great detail 1. what outfits she wore on each date, 2. how she did her hair, 3. the amount that she perspired when she was nervous, and 4. wondered why she contiued to wear high heels if she always tripped on them and embarassed herself in front of Marlboro Man and his near relations.
I have visited The Pioneer Woman blog and am convinced that there has to be more depth to Drummond's life than what she shared in this story. I did finish it, but it was a grueling process, because the story seemed to remain at the surface level.
VERY rarely do I put a book down but I can't plow thru this one. I have enjoyed the blog however I don't share her adoration of the Marlboro Man's muscles.
emotional
funny
reflective
medium-paced
Content Warnings
Moderate: Animal death, Vomit, Pregnancy