Kelsey should be having the time of her life roaming from picturesque town to scenic village in Europe, but the light in her eyes has been dimmed for years. When an incredibly hot and enigmatic American challenges her to find her true adventurous spirit, she strays off course and away from bad habits — right into his arms. But she can’t truly escape her self-destructive chains without facing her parents and her past, and when the truth of the present is discovered, their adventure feels less like fate and more like manipulation.
The Verdict: When I read the first book in the series, Losing It, I was convinced I’d found romance novel gold. It was entertaining and heartwarming and often hilarious in a way few authors can pull off. So of course I wanted to continue with the series. However, Faking It, the second book in the series, didn’t quite achieve the same kind of magic, though I did enjoy it. Unfortunately, Finding It fell quite a bit lower for me.
On the one hand, these are three very different stories about three very different characters, and I suppose it’s good that they each felt original and separate rather than recycled. However, the humor I loved so much in the first book was nowhere to be found in Finding It. Sure, Kelsey and Hunt joked around occasionally, but for the most part, it was all angst and self-destruction. An abuse incident in Kelsey’s past, compounded by her parents’ non-reaction has pretty much obliterated her self-respect, and she moves from bed to bed, not really even seeking companionship, as she makes her way through Europe. She has little sense of self-preservation as well, and were it not for Hunt, she most likely would have been taken advantage of on at least a couple of occasions.
Hunt was one part mystery and one part complete hotness, but he, too, had some darkness leftover from his past. He’s a good guy who tries to help Kelsey find a better path simply by challenging her and refusing to play her games, but he’s in over his head when he falls for her. And then when the truth comes out, it all goes to hell for a while, requiring quite a bit more angst and self-reflection to get back to some bit of happiness.
I can’t say the writing was bad or the story was awful, but I guess it just wasn’t what I was expecting, and in that sense it was a disappointment. Perhaps if I had known what I was getting into, I would have chosen to read the book at a different time, when I wasn’t looking for the same lighthearted fun I found at the beginning of the series. Whatever the case, the traipsing across Europe, the parties, the angst… It just wasn’t the right story for me.