2 out of 5 stars
I’m not gonna lie, I was pretty excited by this book. A YouTuber and social media addict having to go without her phone while on a work assignment? And then meeting a hottie nature photographer who needs to work with her but doesn’t really want to be there? I am a complete sucker for hate-to-love romances so I thought I would love this book. But, alas, I did not.
So basically, fashion and beauty blogger Camille gets offered a chance to go to Costa Rica to do an assignment for a hot fashion magazine. She needs to document her travels to bring more awareness for ecotourism. From here on out, it is all downhill because all we hear about it how “SO EXCITED TO BE HERE” she is. Camille is a very excitable person, but not in an endearing way. More in a I-want-to-smack-her-in-the-face kinda way.
Adam is a nature photographer; he does a lot of travelling and is pretty hardcore when it comes to his photography. But when his dad gets him a chance to further his career by going to a foreign country for a famous fashion magazine, he isn’t having it. He is a NATURE photographer, after all. Why would he want to promote such harmful and selfish consumerism by working for a fashion magazine?
To be honest, these characters irritated the fuck out of me. Camille throws hissy fits left right and centre when she can’t find the AC, when her shower is cold, when she finds out that she needs to go camping etc.
Now, I have NO issues with someone who enjoys the finer things in life. Great, go you, do whatever makes you happy. But Camille is so ignorant and stupid and…god, I can’t even.
Adam is an arsehole too. He judges Camille right from the get go because he watched her YouTube channel. He avoids her to start with, not even bothering to get to know her, but then gives in because she’s too pretty. He complains because of Camille’s tantrums, but he’s canny good at them himself too.
This whole book just felt very childish to me. The writing felt forced and wrong. Adam and Camille are meant to be 20 and 18, but they didn’t talk like it. At all. I’m 18, and if I went around speaking like Camille does, I would probably get a black eye.
*Even though this book wasn’t for me, I’m thankful to NetGalley and the publisher for giving me the chance to read this book*