About twenty pages into this book, I asked myself, “Am I imagining it, or is this book really bad?” So I went to Goodreads and looked at the consensus, and of course the first review up there mirrors what I have been thinking. Anita Hughes has written quite a few of these kinds of stories, and I have sene most of them. They have titles of great destinations, picturesque covers. But I guess what’s nice stops there.
“Santorini Sunsets” piques my interest because Santorini does have one of the most beautiful sunsets in the world. It is also, in my opinion, one of the most romantic places in the world – for my money second only to Venice. But this namesake of a book is really so colorless it could have been written by a computer program. It’s hard to invest in any of these cardboard characters in predictable situations. You can see where this is headed a chapter in. And Hughes has a habit of name dropping whether it be designer clothes, or items on restaurants’ menus. I roll my eyes whenever one mentions a character looking forward to the specialties of a particular restaurant only for them to eat something else, just so Hughes can mention more items in the menu. I think at some point even she tired of name dropping. There’s just a tiny bit of escapism here, but nothing a google search can’t fix.