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A review by wrenicole
In the Orbit of You by Ashley Schumacher
1.0
Gaslighting, emotionally manipulating, and cheating on your girlfriend is so hot, apparently
This is not a wholesome story of enduring love, like the synopsis states, this is hardly a story of love at all. Nor is it a heartfelt contemporary romance that will make you feel good inside.
This is a story of a cheater, who blames his serial mistreatment of friends and people who love him on a bad childhood. A guy who gets called out on this, but still thinks what he does is right.
This is a story of a 17 year old who cheats on his sweetheart of a girlfriend (who he initially got together with because she got cheated on before homecoming by her ex boyfriend) over and over again, spends 100 pages justifying that this “secret” is okay because it’s private (?????) and she’ll never have to find out. All because he recognized a girl he knew briefly when he was, get this, literally five years old.
A story of enduring love, of reconnecting from your childhood, of finding each other again, has everything going for it in terms of a heartfelt plot. Yet for some reason the author decided that what this story needed was an incredibly hard to read and upsetting story of cheating, and why cheating is actually a good thing!
This book makes a surface level, abysmal attempt at trying to say “guys don’t worry cheating is totally bad” but gives them the happy ending, gives Sam no repercussions to his actions, and still paints him as the good guy somehow. If the author was trying to make a point against cheating, I’m sorry but the mark was completely missed, by like, a mile.
Beyond the cheating, emotional manipulation, and lying that made me sick to my stomach, there was an extremely out of left field coincidence plot thrown in here with the parents. Which again, may have worked if this WAS a heartfelt story of reuniting with old flames and rekindling an enduring love, but say it with me folks, this is not that story.
I quite literally was sitting here exclaiming “what the fuck” at every turn. I think I still am the more I think of this book. I will promptly be wiping it from memory, thank god it was a quick read.
This is not a wholesome story of enduring love, like the synopsis states, this is hardly a story of love at all. Nor is it a heartfelt contemporary romance that will make you feel good inside.
This is a story of a cheater, who blames his serial mistreatment of friends and people who love him on a bad childhood. A guy who gets called out on this, but still thinks what he does is right.
This is a story of a 17 year old who cheats on his sweetheart of a girlfriend (who he initially got together with because she got cheated on before homecoming by her ex boyfriend) over and over again, spends 100 pages justifying that this “secret” is okay because it’s private (?????) and she’ll never have to find out. All because he recognized a girl he knew briefly when he was, get this, literally five years old.
A story of enduring love, of reconnecting from your childhood, of finding each other again, has everything going for it in terms of a heartfelt plot. Yet for some reason the author decided that what this story needed was an incredibly hard to read and upsetting story of cheating, and why cheating is actually a good thing!
This book makes a surface level, abysmal attempt at trying to say “guys don’t worry cheating is totally bad” but gives them the happy ending, gives Sam no repercussions to his actions, and still paints him as the good guy somehow. If the author was trying to make a point against cheating, I’m sorry but the mark was completely missed, by like, a mile.
Beyond the cheating, emotional manipulation, and lying that made me sick to my stomach, there was an extremely out of left field coincidence plot thrown in here with the parents. Which again, may have worked if this WAS a heartfelt story of reuniting with old flames and rekindling an enduring love, but say it with me folks, this is not that story.
I quite literally was sitting here exclaiming “what the fuck” at every turn. I think I still am the more I think of this book. I will promptly be wiping it from memory, thank god it was a quick read.