This book had some problems.

I read the first chapter of Alisa’s copy of Savannah from Savannah by Denise Hildreth, and I checked it out of the library to see if it was any good.

You guys. It was not good.

For one thing, the first chapter set up a conflict with her mother that . . . never really happened. The way she talked about her mother and the way her mother acted were not completely in line, so Savannah came off as a big whiner. The newspaper job that Savannah got, well, I’m no newspaper expert, but would she really get a job and then be expected to turn in a story the very next day? That seemed off to me, like it was pure plot contrivance. (Maybe Carla Jean can tell us if newspaper work is really like that.) Additionally, the book was too long. It took way too long to get to the point (and the point was . . . not so much). And that’s not even mentioning the way Savannah used “Southern” phrases, acted like she wanted to be all on her own and then borrowed Daddy’s credit card for a flight, and just generally was . . . unlikeable.

But, you know, none of that was what made me emotionally give up on the book (I was too far in to quit, but I was only reading to finish). On the back of the book, it says that Denise Hildreth is married to (Christian) recording artist Jonathan Pierce. About a third of the way through the book (maybe a little earlier), our main character, Savannah, was running and listening to Jonathan Pierce’s CD. Haha, very funny. I rolled my eyes a little bit. And then she did it again:

I used the twenty-five-minute drive from the Savannah airport to listen to my Jonathan Pierce CD. He was a cutie, that one. I couldn’t help but wonder if he was married. But a guy like that wouldn’t want a newspaper writer from Savannah who was doing her first story on a rigged beauty pageant.

Seriously? Seriously? That? Is lame. Who let that happen? Who thought that was cute? It wasn’t cute. At all. If I wrote a book and was like, “Woo, that hot teacher Mike!” you guys would think that was ridiculous, not cute.

Unfortunately, I found this book to be a disappointment. I give it a thumbs down. (But I probably wouldn’t have written about it except for the Jonathan Pierce thing. Seriously? A cutie? *sigh*)

(Sorry Alisa.)

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