Christina and Lauren have always offered a light, entertaining stories. That is their flair. However, Twice in a Blue Moon is a different sort of animal. Despite its showbiz theme, this novel is subdued and I must say, almost humorless.
It’s a story of love, so strong, that even a betrayal can’t put it to a stop.
An innocent, naive girl from a small town goes to a big city to celebrate her 18th birthday. She meets a handsome guy with sexy voice instead. He seems like a trustworthy sort of a man, so a bit quicker than ideal she falls in with him. Only in the span of days, things between the two escalate swiftly, and the girl starts to share things she shouldn’t have. She impulsively leaks her own biggest secret that her small family has carefully kept shut all these years.
Things rarely go as planned if you do things impulsively, moreover if you don’t have a plan at all. The guy ended up betraying her, disclosing her classified info to the media that had been waiting far too long for the long lost daughter of the most famous actor to come out. That was 14 years ago, the simple girl now has turned into an up and rising actress following her famed dad’s step, and is about to play her bigger break movie. Only, she’s just found out that the writer of the most beautiful script she’s ever been offered is the same guy who infuriatingly deceived her that one time.
It’s hard for me to break this to you, but this is my least, least favorite of CLo’s books. It terribly missed its hook, and I saw right through the ending from very early on. When things are too predictable, it’s difficult to stay amused by the turns of events. I started to get overly conceited to have to tiptoe around the secret, felt like I was only waiting for something I’d known all along to be blown up.
Another thing, flaws can be flattering, or sometimes even intriguing on a character and should at all times be mandatory, but careful, too much of it can be dangerous for her charm. To have such an insecure and immature woman as a main character, honestly, only makes it hard to love the story. It’s fairly easy to see why someone would love our main guy, but I can’t see, in any way, the appeal of our female lead, and this completely marred my opinion on the whole account of her.
One highpoint in this book that I truthfully enjoy is the second love story that is unfortunately merely used as a backstory. The centerpiece of the narrative is recounted as a mirror reflection on this much more engaging side romance, which brings a question to me, why didn’t the writer just use the better story as the main one? The answer has clearly escaped me.