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a_ab 's review for:
Off the Map
by Trish Doller
This book had some real potential, but the annoying aspects of it ended up outweighing the positives for me.
The story is written from the perspective of the Manic Pixie Dream Girl(TM). This could have been a chance to give that character trope some depth and, you know, actual character. But not in this book.
This is my first book by this author, and unless this is a wild outlier in her work, it will be the last. She appears to think that descriptive sex scenes is an adequate substitution for character and relationship development... — even her characters on page recognize that sex alone is unimportant enough to be referred to as "just sex", and yet the author persists in frequent descriptions of all their sexual interactions on all the imaginable and unimaginable surfaces as if that were of any significance to the plot or the relationship they could have.
Having wasted all that page space on the coital shenanigans, the author then had to resort to literal kitten saving and tearjerking drama in hopes of giving these characters some semblance of definition.
After several days worth of sleeping together and avoiding their direct responsibilities, the characters are deemed to be sufficiently "in love" to separate and pine from a distance while miraculously curing all their flaws and problems through a handful of deep conversations — just in time for a plot-convenient death of a secondary character who represented the main responsibility for the heroine. So now the "love birds" can reunite and go gallivanting off into the sunset.
That was not my idea of a good book.
The story is written from the perspective of the Manic Pixie Dream Girl(TM). This could have been a chance to give that character trope some depth and, you know, actual character. But not in this book.
This is my first book by this author, and unless this is a wild outlier in her work, it will be the last. She appears to think that descriptive sex scenes is an adequate substitution for character and relationship development... — even her characters on page recognize that sex alone is unimportant enough to be referred to as "just sex", and yet the author persists in frequent descriptions of all their sexual interactions on all the imaginable and unimaginable surfaces as if that were of any significance to the plot or the relationship they could have.
Having wasted all that page space on the coital shenanigans, the author then had to resort to literal kitten saving and tearjerking drama in hopes of giving these characters some semblance of definition.
After several days worth of sleeping together and avoiding their direct responsibilities, the characters are deemed to be sufficiently "in love" to separate and pine from a distance while miraculously curing all their flaws and problems through a handful of deep conversations — just in time for a plot-convenient death of a secondary character who represented the main responsibility for the heroine. So now the "love birds" can reunite and go gallivanting off into the sunset.
That was not my idea of a good book.