Eglantine, aka “Harry”, is called in to chaperone the members of a hit band playing a private concert in Greece. When she meets the man financing their gig, she senses an immediate attraction. And because Harry is a unique and free spirited individual, she has no qualms whatsoever about making her intentions known by using bizarre and hilarious banter that completely catches Iakovos Papaionannou off guard. His name is Greek for “Jacob.” She calls him “Yacky.”
This book started off with a bang for me. It had me laughing and smiling. But then chapter three rolls around and they’re already going at it, sans protection, and convinced they’re madly in love with each other. By chapter eighty they’re already contemplating marriage.
And I wanted to hurl. I had a hard time a) believing any of this and b) staying interested. I wasn’t sure where the plot had to go from here, seeing as that I wasn’t even half way through the book, and frankly I wasn’t really all that invested enough to stick with it to find out.
I put this one aside, unable to finish. Perhaps if one goes into it knowing it’s going to be a silly and bizarre fluff read they’ll enjoy it for what it is. I, unfortunately, couldn’t.
It’s All Greek to Me by Kaite MacAlister, 326 pgs, 12/6/11
Rating: Shelf of Doom – DNF
Romance: 3/5 Raunch: 3.5/5