"Do you know what it's like," she said, "to spend eternity embedded in every single love story-- the fleeting and the true, the trivial and the everlasting? I am elbow deep in love, working in passion the way artists work in watercolors. I feel it all."

I was so looking forward to this after reading the synopsis and seeing all the GLOWING reviews. A love story narrated by Greek gods?! A book with that premise basically has my name written all over it. So I went into this with high expectations.

It started off great! I think the plot and construction of this is so creative and original, and the first couple chapters were thrilling. I only got more excited as Aphrodite started calling in witnesses. A bunch of Greek gods sitting in a hotel room swapping stories is everything I never knew I needed. But once I started getting less gods and more humans, things shifted.

I just couldn't get invested in James and Hazel's love story. I preferred Aubrey and Colette, but even their relationship couldn't hide the fact that everything just moved so SLOWLY. I found myself waiting and waiting for more god "interruptions" and was rewarded with half a page worth of god dialogue before being thrust back into 150 pages of human story. I see a bunch of reviews boasting about the emotional impact of this book, but it just... didn't land for me. I thought the ending was a let down, both human-wise and god-wise.

There's no doubt that the writing is beautiful and the premise is refreshingly new. But I just didn't connect with this book as I hoped to. Sigh.