Hello and happy Saturday. No, I’m not talking about the book subscription service. There’s a novel titled Book of the Month, which was written by Jennifer Probst. I acquired it via NetGalley because I was initially very intrigued by it. I think the title alone was witty since everyone, at least on BookTube seems to love Book of the Month, the subscription service. It was, however a disappointment.

In October, while I was on vacation visiting my dad, I decided to tackle my TBR list by reading the first page of several books I owned and ranking them based on that initial interest. Book of the Month ranked first, if I’m not mistaken.

In the first scene we have our main character, an author, at a book signing. But rather than being interested in her latest release, readers keep asking her about her debut novel, which she wrote years ago, and which was based on her own love and heartbreak. Tell me if that doesn’t sound like the start of your new favorite book?

The thing is that the story quickly progressed into your formulaic contemporary romance: the author goes to a small town, where pretty much upon arrival she meets the sexiest guy she’s ever met, but is also warned by pretty much everyone that he’s bad news…we all know the drill at this point. And the thing is, I’ve said this before about romance: when I already know what happens at the end, what I’d like to know is how it happens, but in this novel I even knew that! So instead of wasting my time finishing a book that had already disappointed me, I stopped reading it.