Let me start of by saying, I hate this book with every fiber of my being. It really is terrible. Okay, the main character is terrible and I wasn’t able to get past that enough to enjoy the rest of the book. I’m not sure there even was anything to enjoy.
So basically the main character is in a music store one day and runs into her ex, but he doesn’t remember her. She finds out he got in a car accident and lost all his memory. The rest of the novel is her trying to get him to fall in love with her again and flashbacks to when they knew each other before the beginning of the book. Throw in a protective fiancé and you’ve got the gist of it.
As I said, the main character is possibly my least favorite literary character in the world. I hate her more than I hate Scarlett O’Hara, and that is saying a lot. I didn’t even finish Gone with the Wind, but somehow I made it through The Opportunist.
What’s that you say? You want an example of how horrible she is? Well, okay, if you insist.
During one of the flashbacks, the author details how the boy that the whole book is centered around was dating another girl after the main character rejected him. Being the fickle and obnoxious character that she is, she decided that she did want him and would go to any lengths to get him. So she befriends the girlfriend. Said girlfriend confides in the main character that she is pregnant. Said desperate and appalling main character then convinces the girlfriend to get an abortion. What was her motivation to convince the girlfriend to do that? So the boy will find out and break up with his girlfriend.
Do I need more evidence to prove that the main character is repulsive? I think not.
Another thing a strongly disliked about the book was how the main character’s life was completely centered on the boys she was dating. Her main objective in life was to get a boy to fall in love with her. The sad thing is that she’s in law school, but is that at all a focus of the book? No. It’s more of a convenient side note that gives her the opportunity to interact more with the boy.
Maybe Tarryn Fisher was attempting to point out the pitfalls of putting your focus on boys. Maybe she was trying to teach some huge lesson by all the revolting things that her character did. I wouldn’t know. As I said, I couldn’t focus on anything but how much I hated everything the main character stood for.
Unfortunately, the writing was not good enough to redeem the book. I spotted nothing special in Fisher’s prose or storytelling. The rest of the characters left plenty to be desired and the ending was no better than the beginning or middle.
I’m not a hard reader to please. Give me an interesting plot and a little humor, maybe a brooding bachelor or two if applicable, and I’m sold. This book did absolutely nothing for me. I regret buying it with my whole being. If I had a hard copy and not just a kindle copy, I would burn it. Maybe not; that’s a little harsh, but only a little.