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A review by rosalind14
Bittersweet by Sarah Ockler
3.0
3.5.
The three stars are pretty much solely because this book managed to combine three of my loves: figure skating, cupcakes, and New York. It's more of a rating of what this book could have been than what I was ultimately disappointed by upon reading. Hudson Avery (slightly off topic, but is that not one of the ugliest names for a girl?) abandoned her promising figure skating career after her parents' messy divorce; three years later, she struggles between priorities-- the possibility of a return to figure skating, her commitment to her mother's diner and passion for cupcake-making, and giving remedial training to the dismal boys' hockey team at her high school. I found myself continually frustrated with most of the characters, especially nearer to the end, and neither of the love interests did anything for me. This book could have been so much better. What's strange is that I loved Sarah Ockler's first book, Twenty Boy Summer. Neither of her later books have really compared for me.
All of that said, it did leave me with a lovely wintry cupcake-y sort of feeling, and I'd recommend it as a book to sit down with in a fluffy chair during a snow storm with a warm mug of hot chocolate and whipped cream.
The three stars are pretty much solely because this book managed to combine three of my loves: figure skating, cupcakes, and New York. It's more of a rating of what this book could have been than what I was ultimately disappointed by upon reading. Hudson Avery (slightly off topic, but is that not one of the ugliest names for a girl?) abandoned her promising figure skating career after her parents' messy divorce; three years later, she struggles between priorities-- the possibility of a return to figure skating, her commitment to her mother's diner and passion for cupcake-making, and giving remedial training to the dismal boys' hockey team at her high school. I found myself continually frustrated with most of the characters, especially nearer to the end, and neither of the love interests did anything for me. This book could have been so much better. What's strange is that I loved Sarah Ockler's first book, Twenty Boy Summer. Neither of her later books have really compared for me.
All of that said, it did leave me with a lovely wintry cupcake-y sort of feeling, and I'd recommend it as a book to sit down with in a fluffy chair during a snow storm with a warm mug of hot chocolate and whipped cream.