You know the stuff: that it's low brow, vapid, and cliché. There's an article doing the rounds at the moment by a romance writer, as a defence of the romance genre, in the face of the criticism that the genre often gets. I didn’t get how easily Annabeth forgave Archer and took him back after what he had done! I wouldn’t not have been surprised if he’d upped and left again at some point. We did get some romance and a happily ever after, but I’m afraid I wasn’t impressed. I reached out and slapped him across the face before he could even finish that sentence. “The way I figure, I have every right to know how long after I was out of the picture my best friend started laying into my…” He was just such an ass though! He didn’t even consider that Annabeth might not still be waiting for him! Didn’t visit his own father to see how he was doing, and didn’t look closely enough at Annabeth’s child to realise that she was his child, just asked her how long she’d been sleeping with his best friend! He was a total ass. The storyline in this book was about Archer returning to town, and basically trying to pick up where he left off. Leaving to go to Iraq in the army is one thing, but not calling? Not writing? Being absent without word for 6 years for no obvious reason? He’s an ass! Not for me, anyhow.”Īrcher on the other hand was an absolute scum bag. It was obvious how much he loved Annabeth, and it was so sad that even though he did so much for her, she couldn’t love him back. Six years is a heck of a long time not to hear from someone who is supposed to love you. It was absolutely terrible what Archer had done leaving her high and dry and pregnant, and she had been through so much whilst he had been away.
This was an okay contemporary romance, but I got irritated with the characters. The day when Archer Beaufait turned my whole world upside down by proclaiming his love for me with nothin’ but a pocket knife and a head full of dreams.”
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