This is the third book in the trilogy of three subjects close to women’s hearts – Hen Weekend, Wedding and this book Tales from a Honeymoon Hotel. I think this a rather patronising assumption by the publicity team to assume that is the case. But leaving this to one side, what we have with this book and I have not read the other two, and the stories are not continual is a stereotypical chick lit.
Three couples arrive to stay at Hotel Angelo in Croatia for their honeymoon all with different experiences of life and the key to this book love. Gemma and Andy, childhood sweethearts, Jo and Mark, a rather odd matched couple and Ruby and Harold, older love which has had to overcome obstacles.
The stories of these couples are told through the eyes of the women – never do we get to hear the conscious of the men. If we did I think this would have made a better well rounded book. As readers we are left with the women to give their side of the story as to how they all come to be honeymooning in the same hotel at the same time. They share their experience of love.
In the case of Ruby she has waited until her real love was free. However the guilt of Harold has made her pine for the love the youngsters have as well as the attention and flattery of a local waiter.
Jo is pining for another love and cannot see what she has in front of her. All she knows is the love she has for the baby growing inside of her and wondering if she has done the right thing by marrying someone she is not “in” love with.
Gemma thinks that love is perfect and that in fact everything about her love with Andy is perfect and untouchable. Thoughts like that are always going to be brought sharply back to reality when someone threatens this perfection.
I found I drifted through this book, and I did not stay with any of the characters for very long. Gemma irritated me with her whole consuming perfection and she only realises life is not as perfect as she wants to create when it is almost too late. You have to accept flaws and weaknesses in the ones you love and even by the end of the book I do not believe that she had accepted this. I can imagine it would always be bubbling under the surface ready to be used.
A book for escapism, but one that will not leave much effect on you after you have put it down unlike the power and impact that the likes of Marian Keyes can have.