OK, I'm just going to come right out and say it:
- I don't think I'm a proper fan of chocolate. I mean, the descriptions in here probably would make a true fan swoon. But me? Nothing. Nada. Zip. It was just wordy prose to me. I rolled my eyes a bit and then skimmed the passages because really - IDGAF about the way bitterness played with the cinnamon and what not. It wasn't sexy. It was - lengthy. I feel this way about music descriptions too. Like when authors talk about the music rising up and movements and whatever other "jargon" words they find to use. I'm not artsy. I have a cold black heart. hee hee
Other than that, the story itself was pretty good. There were a few dumb parts (like wasteful money spending. I don't care how rich you are - You.Don't.Do.That!)
But there were some very yummy parts with the male lead, Sylvain.
Overall, this book is a clean, straight up, chic lit - prior to the bastardization of the genre with what is currently known as new adult. Can we just go back to chic lit and erotica and kill the whole new adult movement?