Eh.

I didn't have too high hopes from the get-go, and I'm glad I didn't.

The characters are pretty one-dimensional. Caden's only character development is when he realises that he's basically just as shallow as his friend Bobby, albeit about different physical traits, while Kevin doesn't actually have any kind of development except for getting somewhat more confident the fitter he gets.

Which is actually a hell of a lot fatphobic. Never mind that the word "fat" is continously associated with being undesirable and disgusting, one of the main characters also feels so uncomfortable in his own, chubby skin that he goes and starts to work out (in secret!) to get fitter and surprise his hot new almost-boyfriend.

I was hoping this story would express that being chubby or big or fat is not a bad thing at all, and that people who don't have pecs and butts of steel are just as beautiful and valuable as those who are ripped. What the story boils down to instead is that anyone who's attracted to big guys (or gals) is just trying to prove a point, or has some weird type that they'll overcome once they find true love.

This is not a book I can recommend, and given that the author has written more titles that lead me to believe that one (or more) characters is big in the beginning, I'm defintiely going to avoid any further works by them because this one disappointment is more than enough for me, thanks. I'd much rather read stories where no one pretends to be inclusive of big people only to turn around and laugh in their faces.

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