by Emma Hart
BAD IDEA #241: Sending a dirty text to your number neighbor.
In my defense, my friends did it too, and their neighbors took it as the joke it was.
He responded with a dirty text of his own. Next thing I know, I have a standing texting date every night at ten-thirty.
Until I have to miss it because the stray kitten who adopted me one week ago is sick. The only person I know who can help me at this time of night is my British next-door neighbor and local vet, Isaac Cooper.
I’ll keep him overnight, he says. Here’s my number to call me in the morning, he says.
I know that number.
Because I’ve been texting it every night for the last four days...
Number Neighbors by Emma Hart centers around Hannah, who texts her number neighbor "What's your favorite position", with her friends while drinking. A silly game turns into a few nights of steamy sexting dates. One date that is put on hold, when she rushes her kitten to her neighbor, who happens to be a vet, when she see's that he is sick. The handsome veterinarian has always left her tongue tied ... but not as much as he did, when he passes her his number to check in with him in the morning, and discovered he is her dirty talking number neighbor.
Fuck, I did not like this book. Emma Hart took a first person narrative, and just blew it up in the readers face. I did not need every single thought process that went through our main characters head. She just wasn't that interesting. I thought the idea of a relationship starting from sexting would be fun ... and maybe it could have been, but this book was just flat. The story fell flat, and was long winded. It was anti-climatic. There was no chemistry felt between the main characters. The romance was told to you, instead of writing a story that leaves the reader feeling the emotions. The sex was okay. Kind of repetitive, which adds to the boredom I felt reading this.
I skimmed the last half. This is a short book, and I SKIMMED. I rarely skim.
Number Neighbors could have been a steamy, yet sweet romance, but instead we get a cliché, anti-climatic romance, where the main characters insane grandmother is the star. Why? Just ... why?