...and then the last two pages happened. At first I was terribly disappointed—because obviously this unnecessary explanation of the brilliance before had been tacked on specially for thick white people like me—but no. Those last paragraphs were there to deliver the final punch in the last five sentences.
I could say the last two, but the context matters for thick white people like me.
Nevermind the the rating—that just shows how little erotic romance works for me these days—and read this for the one adaptation of the myth that actually works!
Granted, the ones I've tried before (or wanted to) were crappy YA attempts to erase the problems without addressing the passiveness of Persephone being a pawn in a game between Demeter and Hades. No such problems here. Also, no incest.
Read it for the retelling if not the hot sex. Text includes both.
"Before she knew what was happening, a yellow convertible screeched to a halt next to her. Samir leapt out of the car and ran to Ridhi's brother like some action-film superhero."
I'd call that a cartoon villainy but the point is the book isn't getting better. If this sort of fantasy is your thing or if you've always wanted to read a plain old Harlequin Presents (I think) but with POC characters, then this is a book for you.
It's so not for me. I'm done.