Year Published: 2014 - by Harper Collins
Genres: Fiction / chick lit / romance / contemporary
Jasmine loves two things: her sister and her work. And when her work is taken away she has no idea who she is. Matt loves two things: his family and the booze. Without them, he hits rock bottom. One New Year’s Eve, two people’s paths collide. Both have time on their hands; both are at a crossroads. But as the year unfolds, through moonlit nights and suburban days, an unlikely friendship slowly starts to blossom. Sometimes you have to stop still in order to move on…
I absolutely love Cecelia Ahern's books. She's one of my favourite authors. So I am utterly devastated and disappointed to have to write this negative review of a book I had high expectations for and yet fell shockingly short.
*sighs* Here we go.
I had high hopes for The Year I Met You. I adore the names Jasmine and Matt - the names alone have chemistry - and the cover of the book is beautiful.
I had high hopes.
But it was boring. Painfully, agonisingly boring. The info dumps that are a regularity in all of Ahern's novels were taken to a whole new level in this book, and I couldn't just overlook them because I was enjoying the story so much - as I usually find myself doing with Ahern's books. In this case, I wasn't enjoying the story; and so the info dumps were an added disappointment.
It dragged on and on with a threadbare plot and infuriating pacing. It was so slow.
I didn't like the characters. Matt's very nature (playboy, drunkard, failed husband, unstable) was a turn-off, no matter how redeemable he became. Jasmine was far too self-righteous, self-absorbed, and introspective. Her internal monologue (the story is narrated by her) was sluggish and heavy.
But it wasn't all bad, thankfully. The idea was unique and original, and the theme was a lot deeper and more thought-provoking than any of the ones in Ahern's previous books.
The characterisation was excellent, and the characters came across with vivid, three dimensional personalities (no matter how unlikable).
The story did improve as it went along (although it wasn't enough to redeem the entire book) and there were some trademark Ahern humorous moments.
The Year I Met You wasn't all bad, but its positives did nothing to redeem the slow, threadbare plot and annoying characters. If you want to read Ahern, I recommend P.S. I Love You or How To Fall In Love. Don't start with this book.