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The Roughest Draft
by Emily Wibberley, Austin Siegemund-Broka
FIRST OF: TO CALL THIS A ROMANCE BOOK IS JUST PLAINLY MISLEADING, AND POSSIBLY AN INSULT TO THE GENRE AS A WHOLE.
For the first 10 or so chapters, I was actually enjoying myself. I'm more widely read in the genre now, and my first thought upon this book was that it didn't read like a romance at all. More like a non-fiction, if anything. I commend the writers for taking a more ... serious approach than the typical from the genre.
Then it gets boring real fucking quick. Sooner or later whilst it's still interesting, you just get so fucking tired of Katrina and Nathan's shit. The pacing begins to drag. The past timeline is SLOWWWWW AS SHIIIIIIIIIT. I reckon a snail could've crawled around the fucking world before the past timeline finished, or the book got to the fucking point.
The writing grows tedious too. This is marketed as a romance book, isn't it? Then where the fuck are the FLUFF? Happy, giddy moments? NO ONE WANTS TO FUCKING READ ANGST FOR NEARLY 300 PAGES STRAIGHT. There bits of "happy" moments here and there, but they were so forced I almost fucking threw up.
When Katrina and Nathan FINALLY got together, it was a paradox for me. The journey there was NEVER-ENDING, yet at the same time, rushed as fuck. I refuse to believe ALL the baggage they've carried for half a decade for each other just MAGICALLY poofs away because they realize thEy wErE aLwAyS iN lOvE wiTh eAcH oThEr. The only moment in the 2nd half of the book was when Kat and the guy she was supposed to marry (see i already forgot his name) finally broke up. And even THAT was rather anti-climactic too.
I dunno. This book was a "romance" book, and was too SCARED to be one at the same time, too scared to own up to its genre. The lackluster romance, scenes, breakups, angst. Tried so hard to be like "I'm not like other romance books" but in doing so just fucked things up and made the book & everything about it unbearable.
This is seriously gonna put me in a reading slump. Fuck this shit. Never reading from either author again.
For the first 10 or so chapters, I was actually enjoying myself. I'm more widely read in the genre now, and my first thought upon this book was that it didn't read like a romance at all. More like a non-fiction, if anything. I commend the writers for taking a more ... serious approach than the typical from the genre.
Then it gets boring real fucking quick. Sooner or later whilst it's still interesting, you just get so fucking tired of Katrina and Nathan's shit. The pacing begins to drag. The past timeline is SLOWWWWW AS SHIIIIIIIIIT. I reckon a snail could've crawled around the fucking world before the past timeline finished, or the book got to the fucking point.
The writing grows tedious too. This is marketed as a romance book, isn't it? Then where the fuck are the FLUFF? Happy, giddy moments? NO ONE WANTS TO FUCKING READ ANGST FOR NEARLY 300 PAGES STRAIGHT. There bits of "happy" moments here and there, but they were so forced I almost fucking threw up.
When Katrina and Nathan FINALLY got together, it was a paradox for me. The journey there was NEVER-ENDING, yet at the same time, rushed as fuck. I refuse to believe ALL the baggage they've carried for half a decade for each other just MAGICALLY poofs away because they realize thEy wErE aLwAyS iN lOvE wiTh eAcH oThEr. The only moment in the 2nd half of the book was when Kat and the guy she was supposed to marry (see i already forgot his name) finally broke up. And even THAT was rather anti-climactic too.
I dunno. This book was a "romance" book, and was too SCARED to be one at the same time, too scared to own up to its genre. The lackluster romance, scenes, breakups, angst. Tried so hard to be like "I'm not like other romance books" but in doing so just fucked things up and made the book & everything about it unbearable.
This is seriously gonna put me in a reading slump. Fuck this shit. Never reading from either author again.