At twenty-one, Shandi Pierce is juggling finishing college, raising her delightful three-year-old genius son Natty, and keeping the peace between her eternally warring, long-divorced Catholic mother and Jewish father. She’s got enough complications without getting caught in the middle of a stick-up in a gas station mini-mart and falling in love with a great wall of a man named William Ashe, who willingly steps between the armed robber and her son.
I was very disappointed with this book. Jackson saddened me greatly with her approach and casualness regarding date rape. Rape should never be brushed off or disregarded so easily as it was in this narrative. Appalling was the empathy she tried to evoke from her audience towards the predator. Attention should have been paid to this sensitive subject matter in a much more appropriate manner. Entire subject was handled poorly. There is NEVER an excuse for rape.
There was way too much going on with the narrative. Your attention was all over the place with characters and their back history. A tad bit chaotic and overdone for my liking. Predictability was evident from the start. I struggled with the characters, all failed to warm and touch me emotionally, they felt sterile and blandly purposeful offering nothing more. Very Lydia Netzer vibe than Joshilyn Jackson.
Clearly not a hit but Jackson will remain an author I revisit again, hoping for more next time.
Published November 19th 2013 by William Morrow