Anna Corcoran’s life is hectic, but that’s how she likes it. Between her jobs at the Violet Hill Cafe, the local library, and doing publicity work for authors, she doesn’t have much time for anything else. Until Lacey Cole walks into the cafe and she feels like she’s been knocked off her axis.
Lacey’s a photographer and writer and wants to do a profile on the cafe, including an interview with Anna. She’s game, but after spending a few days with Lacey, Anna is falling. Hard. The only problem is that Lacey isn’t going to be sticking around. She floats from town to town, never staying in one place.
But as they get closer and closer, Anna wonders if maybe this would be the one time when Lacey would decide to stay put. With her.
Overall Rating: 5/10 stars
Matt’s Review: 3/5 Stars
This is probably going to be the most useless review I’ve ever done but here goes. Meh. That’s it. That’s my feelings on this one. Meh.
It’s a short little love story about pansexual cis waitress Anna falling in love with bi, trans Lacey. And that’s kinda it. Nothing really happens, there’s nothing much going on in the background, that’s it. Anna meets Lacey and they fall in love.
The problem for me was there is nothing else at all. I mean at all, there’s barely any background or atmosphere never mind plot, so I didn’t feel a connection to the characters. We never see the article Lacey is doing and we never really find out much about Anna despite it being from her POV. It all felt very…A to B, insert character here, Quip C there, paint by numbers romance. I just wasn’t feeling invested and I think it’s because I really didn’t feel like I knew these people beyond pan cis and bi trans. They were too separated from…well, anything else. There’s just loads of talking about how pretty they both are and not a lot else.
The trans rep was similarly bland, albeit thankfully the cis lens isn’t as impenetrably thick as usual, and at times the book does fall prey to preaching, be that about acceptance or I love all genders or safe queer spaces. Blah blah blah. And that kind of thing really isn’t my cup of tea, so I found myself skimming pretty often.
It’s not bad per se, but…yeah I was pretty bored.
Laura’s Review: 2/5 Stars
I couldn’t connect with this book. There were some small things that added up to me not really enjoying it, or caring about what was happening.
First, I didn’t feel a connection to the main character. The book is narrated in a first person POV, but I didn’t get the character’s voice, and I couldn’t find a moment when I would finally click and empathise with her.
Then there were the insta feelings. It wasn’t even insta love, it was the main character saying she was already feeling something for Lacey after they’d talked for like ten minutes – and most of them about how Lacey wanted her tea. I didn’t buy it. Lust or attraction I would get, but the feelings part? I just didn’t believe it.
I liked the way Lacey was written, and her being transgender was just part of who she was, just another character that deserved a happy ending in a romance book. *But* I didn´t truly like the way she came out to Anna. It was during their second meeting, after having talked for the ten minutes I mentioned earlier, and while they were alone in a photography studio. Granted, she’d known Anna as a worker in a queer café, but still… It feels like a potentially unsafe situation to me and one I wouldn’t choose for coming out. Every time I’ve come out as asexual I’ve made sure there are people surrounding me, or somewhere I could escape to if I needed. And it’s always been to someone I already trusted, not someone I’d just met. So that situation felt… off.
This had a very diverse setting, with the queer café as the centre of the book, but to me, the way the main character talked about that diversity felt kind of forced instead of a reflection of her world – or the real one. It didn’t really feel organic. I don’t really know how to explain it better.
Finally, there were a few typos that were nothing major, but the dialogues bothered me. They were structured in a way that left me wondering who was talking a lot of the time, and I had to reread to find out. Sometimes I had to make a guess, because the structure was confusing and there were no other indicators of who the speaker was.