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A review by kblincoln
Cream of the Crop, Volume 2 by Alice Clayton
4.0
I'm still digging the sexy farmers of Bailey Falls (small Hudson Valley town) as well as the s0-cute-it-makes-your-teeth-ache town itself.
This time its ad executive and New York party girl Natalie Grayson's turn to swoon over a tall, caveman-like dairy farmer who sells her Brie ("Oh, yes!") every Saturday at the farmer's market. She's city. He's country.
She's plus size, and he likes her "great (comma) big " posterior (only that's not the word they use in the book. The book has potty mouth. Seriously, everyone throws foul words left and right and there's an ongoing schtick with Nuts' hero, Leo's, daughter who runs around with a jam jar fining everyone for cursing that's cute). I love, love, love that Natalie is confident and sexy and busty. I love, love, love that she's had to pull herself up by the bootstraps emotionally after allowing an abusive relationship.
And while I feel like I should love Oscar the dairy farmer, he's too laconic. He's too close-mouthed. And when he finally pops 2/3's of the way through the book with his own emotional issues from his past coming out, he gets over it way too quickly. There's no fall out. There's like no emotional arc for me to love him for. He's either being a caveman or he's with his cows.
Mostly the book is about Natalie. Her shoes. Finding out that making Brie is far stinkier than she thought. And Natalie and her friends trash-talking. Which don't get me wrong, is fun, but the heavy meat of the story, so to speak, I wanted to be her and Oscar, and it was mostly just Natalie. Still, I'm up for the third book in the series.
Mostly because this series is unabashedly a load of bantery fun in a beautiful locale. And then there's the hankypanky Oscar and Natalie get up to. And the references to large milk cans. Fun.
This time its ad executive and New York party girl Natalie Grayson's turn to swoon over a tall, caveman-like dairy farmer who sells her Brie ("Oh, yes!") every Saturday at the farmer's market. She's city. He's country.
She's plus size, and he likes her "great (comma) big " posterior (only that's not the word they use in the book. The book has potty mouth. Seriously, everyone throws foul words left and right and there's an ongoing schtick with Nuts' hero, Leo's, daughter who runs around with a jam jar fining everyone for cursing that's cute). I love, love, love that Natalie is confident and sexy and busty. I love, love, love that she's had to pull herself up by the bootstraps emotionally after allowing an abusive relationship.
And while I feel like I should love Oscar the dairy farmer, he's too laconic. He's too close-mouthed. And when he finally pops 2/3's of the way through the book with his own emotional issues from his past coming out, he gets over it way too quickly. There's no fall out. There's like no emotional arc for me to love him for. He's either being a caveman or he's with his cows.
Mostly the book is about Natalie. Her shoes. Finding out that making Brie is far stinkier than she thought. And Natalie and her friends trash-talking. Which don't get me wrong, is fun, but the heavy meat of the story, so to speak, I wanted to be her and Oscar, and it was mostly just Natalie. Still, I'm up for the third book in the series.
Mostly because this series is unabashedly a load of bantery fun in a beautiful locale. And then there's the hankypanky Oscar and Natalie get up to. And the references to large milk cans. Fun.