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Breaking the Rules: The Cornish Village School just got thrown against the metaphorical wall.
Breaking her rule against dates from the village, Rosy takes Matt to the local pub for Sunday dinner. I've previously mentioned the Big Miz conversation, which ends up going nowhere. She doesn't even give the issue another thought. Is Angelina really Matt's girlfriend or isn't she? What is their relationship? Does Rosy even want to know what their relationship is? If not, why not? What changed her mind?
More important, what will everyone in town think about now that they've all seen Rosy out in public with this new guy? This is The Rule for her, that has directed all of her social life. Suddenly, she throws it all to the winds. Why?
Okay, that's bad enough. There's no motivation given for this woman to be breaking her sacred Rule already. No explanation is forthcoming at all.
And then she gets drunk.
She got drunk the night before and had such a hangover that she was getting ready to barf when Matt called on her that morning. But here she is, not only breaking her rule and going out in local public with a guy she hardly knows, but getting drunk with him.
Getting drunk, in public, with a man she hardly knows, breaking her solemn rule. My eyes nearly rolled into the kitchen.
There was also the issue of the word "woah," which my fingers have severe difficulty typing because the correct spelling is "whoa," but even a grammar dragon like me isn't going to report the book to Amazon for that misspelling.
And then, at the end of Chapter Eight, as Matt is thinking back on all the things they did in the pub that day . . .
One doesn't pluck a harpsichord. The harpsichord plucks itself, but the player plays the keyboard. That was the point at which Breaking the Rules went sailing into the metaphorical wall.
Never mind that Matt has made Rosy an absolute paragon, to the point I was afraid I'd have to check my blood sugar.
This isn't a bad book, and I am quite certain there are many readers out there who will enjoy it. That's what makes me sad. This is a poorly written book that could have been made a whole lot better with good editing. I don't care that the point of view hops willynilly from Rosy to Matt to the omniscient narrator to . . . whatever. I do care that the character of Rosy is inconsistent and insufferably shallow. I do care that the plot -- what there is of it so far -- hinges on a misunderstanding that neither of the characters then pays any attention to. I do care that everything is told and nothing is shown, that I can't picture anything in my imagination because the author offers so little description.
I do care that a so-called publisher put this book out and didn't have the expertise on staff to turn this into a cute bit of entertainment.
DNF at approximately 25%, no stars.