This book was SO BAD (imo 😅).

I thought this was going to be a time travel romance about a charming medieval rake seducing his recalcitrant wife from the future (that was the promise of the first few chapters, at least). Instead it was about a power-mad, womanizing dumb-dumb stomping his feet and threatening R-word until our heroine could be convinced that SHE was the baddy for not “giving in” to his advances.

SIDE-EYE.

We could chalk that up to the age of the book, and how the ‘his marital rights’ trope isn’t as in vogue these days..

But what’s unrelated to the pre-Y2K publication date is how ABSOLUTELY NOTHING MADE SENSE. This was the Final Boss of Nonsense. Continuity errors, plot holes, genuinely confusing exposition, unhinged-ly random dialogue, wtf reveals, mercurial character motivations, an important twist that defied all reason (iykyk), and just… pure nonsense.

And if She’s Not Like Other Girls plots bother you, run away. That was the point of the book—evil faeries combed the centuries to find someone Not Like Other Girls enough to resist our hero and sent her back in time as revenge against him. 

(… why he was so irresistible, I still don’t know. Because of his horse-cock, I guess? He literally had no other redeeming qualities)

And did we really have to make every other female character such a mustache twirling villain? The girl-hate was getting to me.