30 Books in 30 Days, Vol. 2
Will I be able to meet 250 words on this review with this level of enthusiasm? “This was fine” is not exactly a statement full of strong emotion or opinions, which is where most of my review-writing mojo comes from. I guess we’ll see! (I’ve already used up fifty-six words and counting . . . now it’s sixty-two, sixty-three. . . okay, I’ll stop.) Then again, my efforts to talk about basically anything but the actual book says something about Love at First. I read this book two months ago now, and I barely remember it. It was tough to get through, not because it was bad, but because there just wasn’t any tension there. I didn’t once feel compelled to go back to it. It was just kind of there.
The book is set in Chicago, at a small building full of condos (or is it a co-op? not important), where all of the residents are like family to one another. When one dies and his estranged nephew inherits, he makes it clear he’s not a part of their little family, and is going to turn it into a short-term rental. GASP.
Anyway, enemies to lovers, etc. And the dude saw the lady one time when they were kids and she was on a balcony? But he couldn’t really see her because he needed glasses?
I’m sounding dismissive, but really, this was a fine read. It’s just not a memorable one, or one that I even thought about two seconds after actually finishing it. Which is a shame, because I have really liked books from Kate Clayborn in the past, and don’t want to see her writing books that are trending away from tastes rather than towards.