Based on the description of the book - a woman who escapes her life each weekend by traveling and picking up strangers in airport bars - I thought I'd enjoy it. I travel a lot and well, my travel doesn't involve picking up men in airports, but I find the fantasy interesting. Who hasn't thought of something like that while spending hours in airports waiting?
I started reading this book while in the airport, waiting to board a flight to London. Perfect setting right?
But this fantasy was more of a nightmare. Stella wasn't having hot sex with strangers, she was having sad, pathetic sex with other sad, pathetic people. It kind of creeped me out. All of a sudden, I was glad I was sleeping alone in my hotel room if that was the alternative.
I guess that was my problem with the book, the sex in the book wasn't what I would consider to be fun or enjoyable. It was the result of people who hated themselves and didn't care much about anyone else in their lives.
Eventually, Stella meets a guy with whom she wants more than a one night fling. Despite the distance they start trying to date and have a semi-normal relationship. But even that relationship seemed to reek of desperation. This guy wasn't at all worth the trouble it took to be with him.
For a romance novel, this book was really depressing, and it never got much better. The happily ever after was possibly more depressing than the story of the couple being without each other.
I didn't like the story all that much. It wasn't at all what I consider to be hot and sexy. Just sad. I don't need to read about sad people in uncomfortable relationships. I read to escape that kind of thing.
I received a review copy via NetGalley.