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St. Martin’s Griffin
March 2, 2021
Since the loss of her fiancé, Anna has been shipwrecked by grief—until a reminder goes off about a trip they were supposed to take together. Impulsively, Anna goes to sea in their sailboat, intending to complete the voyage alone.
But after a treacherous night’s sail, she realizes she can’t do it by herself and hires Keane, a professional sailor, to help. Much like Anna, Keane is struggling with a very different future than the one he had planned. As romance rises with the tide, they discover that it’s never too late to chart a new course.
I don’t know much about sailing, let alone about living on a boat for weeks at a time, but I enjoyed reading about Anna’s journey through the Caribbean with Keane. Anna’s grief over her dead fiance is believable and heartfelt but never overwhelming (this is a lighter romance, after all). Her relationship with Keane develops quickly, but, for the most part, it, too, has enough depth to be convincing. Because it takes more time for the chemistry between Anna and Keane to feel right, the second half of the book is much stronger than the first—and the last third, where Anna is doing some solo island-hopping, is phenomenal.
I have one major gripe, even if it makes me sounds like a prudish old lady. I hate, literally hate, the tired, TIRED plot device that calls for a female main character to get drunk, put herself in a compromising situation, and then be rescued. I’m not giving much away here, since this happens in the beginning of the story, but Anna gets drunk and is about to have a one-night stand with a dude who turns out to be scummy. She’s with it enough to leave the guy’s hotel room (hooray!), but she’s not with it enough to remember her bathing suit bottoms (wuh-wah). So on her way home she passes out…with her ass exposed to the world…in a foreign country…completely alone. In the book, this is the sweet way a woman meets her soulmate. In real life, this is the not-so-sweet way a woman gets raped. Why oh why do we insist on stripping women of their power and declaring that this is how they find love? It’s bullshit. And archaic. Jesus fucking Christ, can’t we do better?
Does not inspire confidence. Minus one star.
Thank you to St. Martin’s Griffin and Net Galley for the ARC.