Thursday, 26 October 2017

Roomhate by Penelope Ward

by Penelope Ward

Summary: Sharing a summer house with a hot-as-hell roommate should be a dream come true, right?

Not when it’s Justin…the only person I’d ever loved…who now hates me.

When my grandmother died and left me half of the house on Aquidneck Island, there was a catch: the other half would go to the boy she helped raise. The same boy who turned into the teenager whose heart I broke years ago. The same teenager who’s now a man with a hard body and a hardass personality to match.

I hadn’t seen him in years, and now we’re living together because neither one of us is willing to give up the house. The worst part? He didn’t come alone.

I’d soon realize there’s a thin line between love and hate. I could see through that smug smile. Beneath it all…the boy is still there. So is our connection. The problem is…now that I can’t have Justin, I’ve never wanted him more.
This book has been in my Kindle TBR for ages, it sounded fun and I went into it just wanting to be hooked by a classic hate-to-love trope-y romance.

And this book did deliver what I wanted. Sort of. It did have me hooked and I did really like it. And the hate-to-love trope? It was there, though not the best I've read. But it just lacked a certain spark -- it didn't give me that ache in my chest that I get when I'm reading a book I'm so thoroughly emotionally invested in that I'm feeling so much empathy towards the characters. This was just dull echoes of emotion I was getting, when I wanted to feel all of the things, if that makes sense?

The plot took me by surprise. It really wasn't what I was expecting. I actually ended up really loving those unexpected plot elements, even though they're things that might've put me off reading the book had I known about them beforehand. The things I thought I wouldn't have wanted in the story ended up being some of the things I loved most.

I think another issue I had was that 99% of their issues could be solved if they just used their words. Which, granted, is often the case in romance books. Miscommunication is one of the most utilized plot devices and it doesn't always bug me, but in this one it did because their justifications for not communicating better were pretty weak.

And on the topic of weakness, the main character was pretty weak too. Not in terms of strength, but her character. She had no real personality. Or at least that's how it felt when reading. It was almost like she didn't exist in the years when she wasn't with him, the only bits of her life without him were thrown in their for convenience rather than to make her a more fleshed out and believable character.

We find out about one friend and an ex boyfriend. But nothing really beyond them. I can't even really think of anything about her as a character, a like or a dislike or something but all I've got is that she likes seafood.

Also, the sex scenes in this made me cringe a bit. I think there was only one scene like that that didn't make me cringe. It wasn't that they were necessarily badly written exactly, I just didn't like them.

...I don't know why, whenever I'm reviewing a book like this, my review ends up way more negative than my rating. Because I did actually like this one. I had some issues with it, but I sped through it quickly and there were parts of it I genuinely loved (and I really liked that it didn't play the catty girl hate card), it just wasn't a favourite. I'd rate it 3 stars out of 5.


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