Does anybody ever actually fall in love with their worst enemy? The “enemies to lovers” is a ridiculously common trope in romance novels, but when I think of my own personal nemeses, the idea of cuddling up to them is utterly repulsive. But sure, let’s suspend disbelief. Christina Lauren’s The Unhoneymooners requires a lot of that anyway, since the plot relies on a couple of whopping coincidences.
Olive and Ami Torres are identical twins, but while Ami seems to enjoy a never-ending run of good luck, nothing ever seems to go Olive’s way. However, when Ami’s picture-perfect wedding ends in chaos—the seafood buffet makes all the guests, save the two who didn’t partake, violently ill—she demands Olive go on the all-expenses-paid honeymoon to Maui (a sweepstakes prize that can’t be rescheduled) in her stead. The only other person who didn’t get sick, besides the allergic-to-seafood Olive, is Ethan Thomas, the brother of the groom. (He’s always felt buffets were unsanitary, so he’d opted for the chicken plate.)
Olive and Ethan’s relationship got off on the wrong foot when they first met, though of course both of them are ridiculously attractive, so it seems inevitable that putting them in close proximity on a romantic 10-day trip to Hawaii will cause sparks to fly. However, there are a couple of complications. First, Olive’s new boss and his wife just happen to be staying at the same resort (she’s starting a new job right after the trip), so immediately Olive and Ethan have to pretend they’re actually a couple. And then it turns out Ethan’s ex-girlfriend is also there, along with her new boyfriend. (Shades of Noël Coward’s “Private Lives”!)
I read most of The Unhoneymooners in the wee hours of the morning during a bout of jet lag, and it was really the ideal light, uncomplicated read for that particular circumstance. It’s a fun book if you can roll your eyes and get past the big coincidences.
When I saw that Lucy Parker’s latest “London Celebrities” novel, The Austen Playbook, featured a theater critic and an actress as its protagonists, I thought I was in for another “enemies falling in love” storyline, but fortunately, that’s not really the case here. Granted, James “Griff” Ford-Griffin has penned some caustic critiques of Freddy Carlton, but he’s basically a nice guy and romance blooms fairly early on in the book. No, this book is all about the plot, and it’s a doozy. Freddy is starring in a “choose-your-own-adventure” murder-mystery-themed adaptation of Pride and Prejudice that is set to air in the U.K., with TV viewers voting via app how they want the story to proceed. It’s being staged in a theater on the Surrey estate belonging to Griff’s family, which it turns out has some rather interesting historic ties to Freddy’s family, and… well, Griff and Freddy soon learn that both of their families are harboring all sorts of deep, dark, long-buried secrets.
I found myself wishing that The Austen Playbook was a crime novel instead of a romance, because there were times that it would have been very plausible for one of the supporting characters to be knocked off. But the only murder is one that happens in the TV-show-within-the-book. Still, I love novels where scandalous historical goings-on affect the present day, and of course the theatrical backdrop of this series is enormously appealing to me as well. It was also nice to see Leo Magasiva, the hedgehog-owning protagonist of last year’s Making Up, in a cameo appearance.