Garrett Leigh is really, really good at what she does. She has perfected her style and brand and it seems to really work for most readers. Unfortunately I think I may be burned out on it 😕
Lately it feels to me like I have the same problem with Leigh’s characters... They’re often hunky broody manly men who’ve experienced trauma, bond and communicate by magically reading each other’s moods, body language and facial expressions because they’re reticent to verbally share anything other than the most superficial thoughts but who cares that they’re holding back, they’re sensitive, thoughtful, gorgeous and muscle bound, even though neither ever spends a moment working out, and eventually after much holding back and angst, they finally open up and live happily ever after.
Leigh writes these characters really well but... I just don’t believe it. My 55 year old cynical mind doesn’t buy that such stereotypically beautiful buff manly men would simultaneously be so sensitive, intuitive and have such profound and magical insight to each other WHILE refusing to actually share their thoughts, fears and insecurities. Magical mind reading my ass.
“It bothers me that he knows I need something unspecific when I don’t have the first fucking clue what’s going on in his head. Or that maybe I do and I don’t trust myself. He doesn’t hide his emotions—he just declines to explain them.”
He sees the tense shoulders and knows exactly what’s wrong. The white knuckles on the steering wheel signal something profound and meaningful. One’s eyes shutter and the other intuits what it all means! Key dramatic music. Body language in Leigh books tells more story than actual dialogue. I’m sorry, I can’t help but roll my eyes. FFS I’ve known my daughters for the entirety of their 31 and 27 years but while I can read their body language, I can’t read their minds and it would be presumptuous for me to assume I could anyway. How am I supposed to believe people who’ve only known each other a few days or weeks can read the subtleties of each other’s minds? It’s just not credible to me.
But then Leigh does this thing I LOVE: she sends her boy/s to therapy and they work through their issues. Having spent more than 5 years in therapy, that REALLY resonates with me. I also love it because it helps destigmatize therapy. That’s especially important for men because they are statistically much less likely to seek therapy and while women more often have suicidal thoughts, men die by suicide more frequently. The problem for me is that we spend the majority of the story doing the magical mind reading thing that I hate. I wasn’t really feeling Heartscape and was low key bored and uninvested until after 70%. I almost DNF’d in frustration many, many times. With most other authors, I DEFINITELY would have quit but I knew Leigh would eventually get there so despite my ambivalence, I forged on. Thankfully, for the last 30% I got what I came for and what I expect from Leigh, solid, engaging storytelling.
I think this is only the second time I’ve reviewed a Leigh book that bored me. I tend to not review or rate the ones that bore me but because I’m starting to wonder if maybe her style just doesn’t work for me anymore, I want to keep a record for myself before I throw in the towel.
If you’re a fan of Leigh, don’t pass this one up based on my review. Same if you’re new to her. If you’re like me and this kind of character bothers or frustrates you, if you KU, maybe give it a shot. In the end, for me, the payoff wasn’t worth the frustration it took to get there and I wish I’d have passed.
No rating because the writing is strong and I already feel bad enough writing this critical review.