Sometimes I read because I am too tired and too stressed to do anything else. In that frame of mind, a book like Sarina Bowen’s Rookie Move is perfect.
We met Leo Trevi in Bowen’s all most entirely excellent Ivy Years series. He is the big brother of the unfortunate DJ, whose book is not to be mentioned. He is a nice guy, and a nice character with whom to spend 300 pages. We briefly met Georgia in the book that shall not be named. She’s fine. I wasn’t enamoured with her entrance – tottering on heels she wasn’t accustomed to wearing. I hate the notion that a powerful woman has to be balanced out by being a klutz, or socially awkward. Frankly, it doesn’t go with her “amazing athlete” persona that’s developed later in the book. Oh god! I’m doing the thing. I’m thinking too much and the rest of this review is going to be me picking at weaknesses in the book. Fine! Fine.
Sarina Bowen has not turned out any books as good as the first three novels and novella in the Ivy Years series. She writes well, so I enjoy reading most of her books. Maybe she needs to slow down and churn out fewer books. As I have ranted about before, she’s too in love with the idea that men are the real victims here. It’s not as egregious in Rookie Move as it was in Steadfast, but it’s a pattern and I really don’t like it, now that I’m thinking about it. I would love it if she got it out of her system.
Ok. I’m going to stop now. It’s a fine mindless time waster of a book if you want some pining and emotional drama without stakes and some sexy times.