When you work at a public library it doesn’t take much time before you become aware of which authors and book genres are favourites. Many times patrons will ask for books that are similar to a particular author who they have come to hold in high regard. Once they’ve reached the end of said author’s literary musings, similar replacement authors become a hot button request item.
In the library where I work, there are several very specific authors that are checked out regularly. Being the dedicated worker that I am, I decided to pick out the most circulated authors and give them a read myself.
Most of Debbie Macomber’s books are well used in my little library – the spines are bent beyond repair and the pages have long lost their crisp white “newness”. Browsing the two full shelves of her books I happened upon one of her Christmas romances (of which, I have come to learn, is a favourite storyline for Ms. Macomber). The book cover for Starry Night was what finalized my decision as to which one of her MANY books to read (sadly, yes, sometimes I do judge a book by its cover). The isolated, snowy cabin erected within the shadows of a twinkling evergreen played right into my lifelong dream of owning such a place of pure serenity.
Now, before I provide my review of this book, I must preface it by saying that I don’t normally read romance novels. Debbie Macomber, as I have come to discover, is considered the queen of cheesy love stories. This short book didn’t waste much time in having the two main characters fall in love. (Although, I guess one can argue that being isolated in the Alaskan wilderness for two days can dramatically increase feelings of extreme longing and destined connectedness.) I, however, had a hard time buying into it.
The story was definitely cute and fluffy and one of the sweeter love stories I have read (to reiterate, that list is VERY small). While I did eventually fall in step with the pace of the story and the fast moving relationship of the two main characters, I still had a hard time accepting it as plausible in real life. While I appreciate the fact that most would read these books as an escape from reality and/or to play out dream fantasies, I will be the first to admit that I had a hard time sharing that view. While this was a cute, cuddly, fast read, if anything, it only confirmed how much of a non-romantic I am.
Oh well – at least I can say I gave it an honest go.
Next up on the book shelf: The Secret Keeper by Beverly Lewis.