Anita Hughes - Santorini SunsetsPublished: August 2, 2016 by St. Martin's Griffin
Genres: Adult, Romance
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Brigit is a New York socialite, and she's just given up her position at a Manhattan law firm to run her father's philanthropic foundation. Things are finally falling into place. Love, career, family. Everything is going so well...until she steps into the garden and sees her ex-husband Nathaniel hiding in the rose bushes.
Nathaniel, a failed novelist, announces that Blake sold the rights to the wedding to HELLO! Magazine for two million dollars (donated to charity), and he is the reporter assigned to write the story. Everyone expects Brigit to have her happily ever after, her mother who taught her how to lead the perfect lifestyle, her younger sister Daisy who impatiently wishes for her own love story, and of course her fiancée. Things are supposed to work out for them. But when Brigit discovers an unsettling secret about Blake, she questions everything she's ever believed about love, and wonders if she's not better off alone.
Told in Anita Hughes' spectacularly descriptive prose, Santorini Sunsets is a story about family bonds, first loves, and the question of when to let go and when to hang on as tight as you can.
~Brigit Palmer is getting married to a movie star, Blake. And there's no better place than Santorini. The guests have arrived. The cake has been chosen. Her husband-to-be is gorgeous
Understandably, I call this type of book: #RichPeopleProblems.
The story consists of three POVs, Brigit, her younger sister, Daisy, and their mother, Sydney. Daisy is relaxed about life itself. I feel like she doesn't care about this wedding, or Brigit, or anyone, actually. She's just here to sample delectable cheeses and cakes, and tour Greece in floaty skirts. And possibly find love. She's very simple-minded, but I liked her. Weirdly, I could *slightly* relate.
On the other hand, Sydney was tiring. She's married to their father, Francis, a philanthropist, They're all very rich, ya see. It would've been more interesting if the third POV was a random bridesmaid, or another girl with kids, I don't know. She was like, "When I first had Daisy and Brigit, when they were little kids-" TOO weird. It's like when TV shows, like Degrassi or Gossip Girl, occasionally focused on the parents. We don't care.
The only reason I didn't care for this, is because they're so rich. Too rich. ("Hmm, should I wear the Gucci cuff or the Chanel one today?") A lot of celebrities were name-dropped. The conversations were so null. I seriously enjoyed the sex scenes, which never happens and I feel like a heathen to admit that, and the book itself is seriously well-written. If not for the pretentious characters.
The easiest thing would have been to get married at the Plaza or the Carlyle in New York. It had a large ballroom with crystal chandeliers and thick marble columns. But she would have had to wear a satin gown by Escada or Versace with a full skirt and a twelve-foot train. The silver stilettos would have pinched her toes and the diamond tiara would have given her a headache.SIGH. Oh, Brigit...
I did enjoy minor aspects of Brigit's husband-to-be, Blake. He was always buying her things, like blue diamond bracelets and taking her to dinner. The ending was such actual bullshit.