I don’t have much to say—I enjoyed it, and it was fun, but I also felt that the “unique and funny” parts were overly forced, as if the author had thought of the chicken and the liberal ex-porn-star mom before the plot itself. Without those elements, it’s a pretty bland book.
What really made me uncomfortable, though, was how often Chris had an erection or thought about Trixie in a sexual way, even though they were supposedly just friends. Just imagining having a friend like that gives me chills. Sure, Chris was very respectful, but I still feel it wasn’t necessary to narrate those moments so many times. Just one instance like that would have been enough to show he was also physically attracted to her.
The ending was the least romantic thing possible. <spoiler>How is a proposal tied directly to such an intimate scandal? I can’t imagine explaining that proposal to their grandkids—so awkward. </spoiler>
On the plus side, I appreciated that the author described Chris as big and solidly built due to his sport and highlighted how he’s treated differently compared to Trixie. Often, NFL athletes are portrayed as lean, when in reality, these guys are huge.
It might sound like I didn’t enjoy it, but really, it was just very basic—a light read that I’ll probably forget soon.