Is it just me? I will be reading a novel and telling myself I will review it and my thoughts when I finish it, which I never do. Because when I sit down and write, I forget what I thought I had about 20% in the book. That’s one of the cons of reading before starting a shift.
The Southern Charmer by Jessica Peterson, and yea, this is the novel I want to review, but I’m scared that I don’t have enough things to say for a full post. In a way, I think Jessica Peterson magically had me in mind because Elijah and Oliva were the characters that filled my heart with warmth.
I have a theory that I have been reading so many romances in the last few years because first, I couldn’t bear it in real life, but now I crave it. Not sure if my theory is correct or not, but one thing I know for sure is that I’m a weird human.
Elijah is a chef with mouth-watering southern recipes, and Oliva takes a leap in her life to become an indie author of historical fiction, which to me is a match in heaven. I found Olivia’s insecurities and self-doubting annoying at times, plus she ignored Elijah’s feelings way too much for my taste. This might be an unpopular opinion, but I don’t like sex scenes toward the end of a book. My rating is 4 out of 5.
‘”It’s easy to dismiss stories like that,’ Cate replied. ‘Love stories. People say they are silly. That they are fantasies. But I happen to think the fantasies improve reality. Make it more bearable, anyway.”
It’s nice seeing how the happiest endings arise from the most hopeless places.’
Oh, Gosh, I can’t believe I managed a full review, but I think I managed.