giovedì 26 aprile 2018

RECENSIONE: "Birthday Girl" di Penelope Douglas

Oggi vi propongo la mia recensione del nuovissimo romanzo di Penelope Douglas. Non si sa ancora se e quando arriverà in Italia, ma sono certa che la Newton non ci farà attendere molto. Non sono riuscita a tradurvi la trama per motivi di tempo, ma dalla recensione la capirete ;)

Titolo: Birthday Girl
Genere: Contemporary Romance
Autrice: Penelope Douglas
Data d'uscita (inglese): April 17, 2018


He took me in when I had nowhere else to go.

He doesn’t use me, hurt me, or forget about me. He doesn’t treat me like I’m nothing, take me for granted, or make me feel unsafe.

He remembers me, laughs with me, and looks at me. He listens to me, protects me, and sees me. I can feel his eyes on me over the breakfast table, and my heart pumps so hard when I hear him pull in the driveway after work.

I have to stop this. It can’t happen.

My sister once told me there are no good men, and if you find one, he’s probably unavailable.

Only Pike Lawson isn’t the unavailable one.

I am.

I took her in, because I thought I was helping.

She’d cook a few meals and clean up a little. It was an easy arrangement.

As the days go by, though, it’s becoming anything but easy. I have to stop my mind from drifting to her and stop holding my breath every time I bump into her in the house. I can’t touch her, and I shouldn’t want to.

The more I find my path crossing hers, though, the more she’s becoming a part of me.

But we’re not free to give into this. She’s nineteen, and I’m thirty-eight.

And her boyfriend’s father.

Unfortunately, they both just moved into my house.

*BIRTHDAY GIRL is a stand-alone, contemporary romance suitable for ages 18+.


Questa volta la Douglas ci ha fatto una graditissima sorpresa, annunciando l'uscita di questo romanzo solo poche settimane prima. Devo ammettere che, leggendo la trama, ero sia curiosa che preoccupata, ma prima di spiegarvi perché, fatemi dire due parole sulla storia.
La sera del suo diciannovesimo compleanno, Jordan si reca al cinema da sola, mentre aspetta che il suo ragazzo la venga a prendere, e qui incontra Pike, un uomo più grande ma con cui lega inaspettatamente: è divertente, gentile e la fa sentire al sicuro. Salvo poi scoprire che altri non è che il padre trentottenne del suo ragazzo, Cole. E per di più, visto che quest'ultimo li ha fatti cacciare dal loro padrone di casa, la giovane coppia è costretta ad andare a vivere proprio con Pike, mentre mettono da parte del denaro per trovarsi un nuovo alloggio. In cambio dell'ospitalità, Jordan e Cole devono occuparsi delle faccende domestiche, cosa che la ragazza prende molto sul serio, mentre il ragazzo, non avendo un buon rapporto con il padre, tende a rifiutarsi o a procrastinare. Il rapporto tra Jordan e Pike, da imbarazzato e timido diventa sempre più amichevole e sarà difficile per entrambi tenere a bada i propri sentimenti.
Inutile dirlo, Jordan e Pike mi sono piaciuti moltissimo, sia come coppia che da soli: lei è una ragazza che ama tutto ciò che riguarda gli anni '80 e che è molto matura per la sua età, perché è dovuta crescere in fretta e preoccuparsi del suo futuro. Tutto quello che sogna è di avere una bella vita, una famiglia e un lavoro, ed è proprio grazie a questa sua maturità che va così d'accordo con Pike, che ha ben 19 anni in più di lei: anche lui è dovuto crescere in fretta e assumersi le sue responsabilità, rinunciando anche ai suoi sogni per il bene del figlio. Insieme quei due non solo fanno scintille, ma si sostengono a vicenda e nella loro semplicità sono felici.

Il motivo per cui vi dicevo all'inizio di essere stata un po' preoccupata prima della lettura non riguardava, in realtà, l'argomento taboo (come la relazione tra una ragazza e il padre del suo ragazzo) o l'age gap che c'è tra i due, quanto piuttosto la paura del possibile tradimento di lei nei confronti del fidanzato. Ma, ovviamente, c'è un motivo se io amo quest'autrice, ed è perché riesce a rendere una storia che all'apparenza può sembrare leggera e frivola, anche più profonda. Il fatto che non si arrivi subito alla formazione della nuova coppia, ma che il loro rapporto si costruisca pian piano mi ha permesso di capire fino in fondo i sentimenti che entrambi provano l'uno per l'altra, anche grazie al doppio punto di vista. In più, la Douglas scrive con uno stile che ogni volta mi conquista, se avete già letto qualcosa di suo capirete sicuramente di cosa parlo (altrimenti rimediate subito!). 

Adesso non vedo l'ora che arrivi il 2019 per leggere "Motel", il romanzo che avrà come protagonista un personaggio che incontriamo brevemente in "Birthday Girl" (anche se l'autrice ha specificato che sarà uno standalone e che sarà semplicemente ambientato nello stesso mondo, senza che i due costituiscano una serie).

Il mio voto:


Jordan is working at a bar, and Pike comes in to meet friends.

“What the hell is she wearing?” I grumble, sliding into the booth.

Dutch turns his head toward me, his drink inches from his lips. “It’s the lingerie show,” he tells me. “They have it every Thursday night. The bartenders and servers don nighties or corsets and serve drinks and food. It’s fun.”

No, not really.

But I look around and see a few other ladies carrying out appetizers and bringing drinks, some of them in very thin attire. At least Jordan’s corset looks as thin as armor.

“But Jordan’s never done it before,” he goes on. “That’s what shocked me. Thought you should know.”

“Why the fuck would I want to know?” I pull a beer out of the ice bucket on the table.

“Yeah, sorry.” He turns away, mumbling into his glass, “You seem like you couldn’t care less.”

I shoot him a sideways look, hearing the laughter in his words.

Sticking the beer back in the bucket, untouched, I rise and head to the bar. I hear a snort behind me, but I don’t care. She’s kind of my responsibility, and I don’t want her doing things like this, because she thinks she needs money.

There’s only one bartender besides Jordan. The owner, Shel. I’m sure she hasn’t forgotten me, so I veer to the opposite end and catch Jordan’s attention as she pops the tops from a line of six bottles of beer.

“What the hell are you wearing?” I lean in, speaking as quietly as I can.

She jerks her head toward me, meets my eyes, and quickly turns away again like I’m the last person she wants to deal with right now.

She hands over the beers, collects the cash and spins around, punching the screen in front of her. “It’s fine,” she assures me. “It’s just a corset, Pike.”

“They are all looking at you.”

She nods, smiling sarcastically. “That’s the point.”

“Jordan,” I sigh, trying to whisper as I squeeze around some old dude at the bar. “This is a small town. What if your father were to walk in?”

“He doesn’t come in here,” she says, closing the register drawer and finally looking at me. “And neither do you, normally.” A blush crosses her cheeks. “Besides, I’m not stupid. I wouldn’t take part in something I thought would humiliate me.”

She turns and hands the change back to the customer, but he waves her off, letting her keep it. She smiles and turns back around, dropping the bills into an already overflowing canister.

“What are you even doing here?” she says, starting to mix another drink. “I thought you were sitting the bachelor party out, because…” She sets the bottle down and does air quotes as she imitates my growling voice, “‘there needed to be at least one sober person at work tomorrow’.”

I arch a brow at her. I don’t sound like that.

Reaching into my pocket, I pull out the flyer and push it over the bar at her.

She stills, and her face goes ashen. “Where did you find that?”

She grabs it and dumps it somewhere under her. To a trash can probably.

Taking a napkin, she sets it in front of a customer and gives him the fresh drink she just made.

“If you need money,” I tell her, “I’ll lend you whatever you need, okay?”

And she stops, slowly turning her eyes on me. Her gaze sharpens, angry, and she looks like she wants to yell at me, but she doesn’t. Instead she whips around and barrels down the bar and through the partition, turning only enough to crook a finger at me before she twirls back around and heads down the hallway.

My stomach sinks. I really don’t mean to piss her off as much as I do. What did I say now?

Veering through the crowd, I make my way down the empty hallway, finally coming to the same room she was crying in when I pissed her off the last time.

Entering through the open door, I see her standing with her hands on her hips and her head cocked at me.

“I would rather eat from a dumpster than take money from you,” she bites out.

I should shut up. But God help me, I can’t. “Hate to break it to you, but you already do,” I tell her. “You live in a house where you pay no rent or utilities, young lady.”

“I cook and clean for you!” she shouts, but I doubt anyone can hear us back here and through the music. “I pay my way, you arrogant prick!”

“Alright, alright,” I growl, blinking long and hard. “You’re right, okay? But, Jordan, men will get ideas. They’ll think they have a free pass and they can touch what belongs to my son. You’re embarrassing him.”

“Your son?” she mocks, laughing. “Well, you just missed him, actually. He already saw me, and he doesn’t care, Pike. He thought I looked good, and then he left with his friends. He doesn’t care!”

“Well, I care!”

The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them, and I freeze, almost too afraid to breathe.

Oh, shit. What did I just say?

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