A review by bookedinsideout
Love, Lacey Donovan by Jill Brashear

Did not finish book. Stopped at 47%.
I didn’t really love the style, and a few things bothered me a bit. 
  • One of the books she reviews is about an actor who needs a fake girlfriend because people are starting to wonder if he’s gay (what’s the problem with that? Perhaps homomisic ideas about who can play what roles, but that’s not even vaguely stated) and she “could use a leg up in her career without having to spread them.” 
  • It’s referring to a bar and not a person, but the term “uppity” is used, and while I did a bit of research and it seems not to be offensive, it’s just another one of those things to me that just raises a red flag because of its history.
  • Lacey’s asked if she’s married and then if she has a serious boyfriend, and her answer to both of those are a simple “no,” but when she’s subsequently asked if she has a serious girlfriend, it’s “You think I’m a lesbian because I have a nose ring?”

I didn’t love Lacey (for example, she tells a guy that she isn’t interested in him and wants to be friends but then asks him to kiss her because she’s “obsessing over someone and [she] needs to get him off [her] mind.”) and her romance with Beckett went too quickly from nerves and attraction to “we’re together now”, but there was one thing I did like (which also doesn’t put the hero in a good light):
“I don’t do friends. I’m too busy.”
My blood stopped rushing, my heart immediately calming. I’d listened to the right body part. I’d made the right decision.
“Good thing I said no.” I turned on my heel to leave. “If you don’t have time for friends, you don’t have time to date me.”
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