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The Wedding Game
by Amy Matayo
I'm giving this book 2 stars just because I actually DID finish it, but I think brain cells died in the process. The characters were just plain unlikable. Yes, even Ellie, who supposedly managed to become America's Sweetheart in the initial portion of the show which we know basically nothing about. Why? Absolutely no reason was presented that would seem to make that plausible, because any reason she MIGHT be a sympathetic character was being kept a secret from everyone on the show.
I was hoping from some of the buzz I saw on Twitter about the author that maybe she would be that rare bird who can write a Christian chick lit book that is not utterly predictable. Sadly...no. Stereotypical characters, plot, you name it. I am actually ashamed that GoodReads will count this book towards my 50 book goal for the year.
Finally... a few of my (not) favorite phrases:
"the suit made him look similar to an Oscar statue - lean and tall and dipped in caramelized butter." What the heck does that even mean? The image it calls to mind makes me want to laugh, not swoon.
"When she died, everyone fled, leaving Cannon holding all the pieces of a broken life that no longer existed." Can we maybe stick with ONE metaphor here? You can't hold the pieces of something that no longer exists. It's either a broken life or a life that no longer exists. Both? Overkill on the attempt to make us feel something for this unlikable guy named after artillery.
"His breath smelled like mint and his body smelled like danger." Again, what does that even mean?
"Completely against her iron-clad will, her heart gave a little flutter." Can we dispense with this line forever, please?
"So, the farm girl wears a bikini? That's interesting." No. No, it's not, And neither is this little bit of dialogue.
"Looking like a Greek god haloed in a ring of sunlight..." This line is so tired it wants to take a nap.
There's more, trust me, there is a WHOLE lot more. But you really don't want to read them.
I was hoping from some of the buzz I saw on Twitter about the author that maybe she would be that rare bird who can write a Christian chick lit book that is not utterly predictable. Sadly...no. Stereotypical characters, plot, you name it. I am actually ashamed that GoodReads will count this book towards my 50 book goal for the year.
Finally... a few of my (not) favorite phrases:
"the suit made him look similar to an Oscar statue - lean and tall and dipped in caramelized butter." What the heck does that even mean? The image it calls to mind makes me want to laugh, not swoon.
"When she died, everyone fled, leaving Cannon holding all the pieces of a broken life that no longer existed." Can we maybe stick with ONE metaphor here? You can't hold the pieces of something that no longer exists. It's either a broken life or a life that no longer exists. Both? Overkill on the attempt to make us feel something for this unlikable guy named after artillery.
"His breath smelled like mint and his body smelled like danger." Again, what does that even mean?
"Completely against her iron-clad will, her heart gave a little flutter." Can we dispense with this line forever, please?
"So, the farm girl wears a bikini? That's interesting." No. No, it's not, And neither is this little bit of dialogue.
"Looking like a Greek god haloed in a ring of sunlight..." This line is so tired it wants to take a nap.
There's more, trust me, there is a WHOLE lot more. But you really don't want to read them.