The Art of First Impressions

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Someone once asked me what it is exactly that entices me to pick up a book and read it. Not in the literal since mind you, the “what drives me to turn to the written word instead of human interaction” is a conversation for another day, but the specifics. In the interest of full disclosure (and because I’m fairly confident that the same applies to the majority of you that are reading this) 85% of the time it’s the cover. 

I know, I know… “never judge a book by it’s cover” blah ditty blah blah. We all do it, there’s no use hiding behind some ancient 18th century adage that people like to spout but never actually adhere to. Cover art is meant to capture the eye of a perusing audience, after that it’s the synopsis’ job.

Which makes up another 10% of what ultimately catches my fancy. I can easily be turned on or put off by a blurb. Want to suck me in? Have a killer hook. If I fall asleep after reading just 4 sentence, I’m out.

The last 5% (and this is where you are going to call me bat-shit crazy) is if said book makes ANY reference (any at all) to my most beloved novel, Jane Austen’s “Pride and Prejudice.”

I’ll give you two guesses as to why I chose to read and review this book.

Yeah…I’m fairly simple minded. *shrugs*

After years of pinching pennies and struggling to get through art school, Emma Makie’s hard work finally pays off with the offer of a dream job. But when tragedy strikes, she has no choice but to make a cross-country move to Colorado Springs to take temporary custody of her two nieces. She has no money, no job prospects, and no idea how to be a mother to two little girls, but she isn’t about to let that stop her. Nor is she about to accept the help of Kevin Grantham, her handsome neighbor, who seems to think she’s incapable of doing anything on her own. 

Prejudice Meets Pride is the story of a guy who thinks he has it all figured out and a girl who isn’t afraid to show him that he doesn’t. It’s about learning what it means to trust, figuring out how to give and to take, and realizing that not everyone gets to pick the person they fall in love with. Sometimes, love picks them.

Complete and utter ridiculousness aside (on my part, not the books) “Prejudice meets Pride” was actually a joy to read. With a cast full of lovable and witty (read: bullheaded) female characters, and a plot that is (despite a few minor flaws) packed to the gills with sweet/honest and entertaining romantic tropes, this book makes for a fun, easy and heartwarming read. (Preferably by a fire. Under a snuggie. With a huge glass of hot cocoa to keep you company.) 

I’m not necessarily a “Happily Ever After” girl. If you’ve read any of my discussion posts lately you probably get that I’m more of a  “kill your darlings” activist. (Which, for the record, scares the piss out of my husband.) But there is something to be said about occasionally smiling more than crying when it comes to reading. Especially around the holidays when my over-scheduled existence tends to push me right off the train into “Cranky Pants Land.” (Trust me, you DO NOT want to visit, it’s a horrible…horrible place. *shudder*)

That said, I would have appreciated a tad more of the drama that fills my “normal” angst driven romantic ventures. For example: the mid-book break-up. We all know it’s going to happen; it’s what helps build suspense and ultimately drive emotional attachment. It’s also the most (ok, maybe the second most — first kisses are the King of that castle) important moment of the book. Without it the story would be all blue skies and rainbows (Aka: boring.) In the case of Anderson’s “Prejudice meets Pride” it was just entirely too quick. THIS is the moment to drum up genuine pain, tears, and pity for all characters involved. It’s also a prime opportunity to bring back secondary characters (ie: Nicole the ex) and let them wreck havoc. The bigger the mess, the more intense the clean-up. Which will eventually lead to the mother of all reunions. This time around, the break-up seemed trivial. (Which is ironic since it doesn’t seem trivial in Austen’s version…maybe it’s the era talking.) It was also resolved within just a few pages, with a few strategically placed notes (nice nod to Austen’s penchant for heartfelt letter writing by the way. *high five*)  

 All of that, however, is totally and utterly meaningless beside the fact that I liked this book. Yeah it could have been a little darker in places, and yes I thought the character development of a few (Kevin’s mom, Emma’s sister-in-law, and Emma’s brother in particular) could have been more effective if a little more detailed, BUT I still LIKED THIS BOOK.

It was happy, and warm, and put a smile on my face. And at the end of the day…if a book can do that, I say: MISSION ACCOMPLISHED.

If both the cover and the synopsis catch your interest I say go for it. It’s well worth the time it took to read it, and would make for a great lighthearted down time reading companion. 

It turns out that “Happily Ever After” isn’t as bad as I originally thought it would be.

Happy Reading my fellow Kindle-ites and remember: Sometimes something as simple as a smile can make you feel better. 

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Rating Report
Overall: 3.6

About Misty

Your friendly neighborhood narcissist. I'm sarcastic, cynical and a bit cranky. I own a soap box so big that sometimes I have difficulty stepping down off of it, and I'm about 94% certain I have multiple personalities. I don't sleep enough, and I read more than any person should ever consider normal. I have anger management issues, especially when I'm stuck in traffic and I have an unhealthy obsession with my Kindle. I am a vampire lovin', zombie obsessed, book-in-hand, iPod freak. You either love me or hate me. You be the judge.