Today I am part of a blog tour for What Happens in the Alps… by T. A. Williams. To find out what I thought about the book, read to the end for my review.
Two years ago, Annie Brewer’s life was turned upside down when her adrenaline-junkie husband died in a tragic climbing accident. So she’s hoping that moving to the beautiful village of Santorso in the Italian Alps will finally put her life back on track!
…anything can happen!
She might be going into business with her oldest friend – notorious lady-charmer Matt Brown – but men are definitely out of the question for Annie! That is, until she bumps into tall, dark and delicious Alessandro Lago on the ski slopes…and spontaneously says ‘Yes’ to a date! It must be the crisp mountain air but suddenly, anything seems possible. The only trouble is, chivalrous Matt is looking more gorgeous than ever…
A sparkling romantic comedy guaranteed to beat the winter blues, What Happens in the Alps…is one story you don’t want miss in 2016!
In a few ways, I looked forward to this book. 1. I hadn’t actually read a full fiction book (besides my own) for a while. 2. The description sounded interesting. 3. It was set in the Alps, a mountain range I have always wanted to see. Unfortunately, this book fell flat in a few areas to make it not completely enjoyable. There are many I’m sure who would enjoy this book, though, so I will just share a few thoughts on it.
The characters were all very well-developed and I could sympathize with each one, even if I did want to shake a few of them for their poor choices. Each character had good points as well as flaws. If you like your characters to not use some potty-language or mild cursing, this book isn’t for you. I would give the language a PG rating.
The dialogue was strong and believable for each character. I never felt like they got out of the Italian setting, even when a Brit was talking.
The plot and storyline were good. Mr. Williams kept me guessing throughout, although I did have some pretty strong suspicions as to how it would end.
Overall writing quality:
Overall, the writing was okay. A lot of the times, I felt like Mr. Williams told the story rather than showing it to me. There were some phrases that would have been fine if split up a few pages, but instead they happened within just a couple of paragraphs. This may have changed if it has been edited, but there were also some stray quotation marks here and there as well.
Although the plot was interesting, it was rather easy to put this book down due to the writing quality as well as some personal preferences in my book reading.
I’m not sure if I would have finished this book had I not agreed to give an honest review of it. I did want to know what happened in the end, so I did finish it and the end was better in writing quality than the beginning was, so I did actually enjoy the end better. I don’t want to discourage people from reading this book because I know there are probably many who would enjoy it. As an author and conservative reader, I had a hard time fully enjoying the book. But that doesn’t mean you won’t.
Note: I received a free ecopy of this book in exchange for an honest review.
Annie decided that a change of subject might be a good move. ‘I’ve been meaning to ask you something, Matt. I’ve got a box of Steve’s climbing gear back at the school. Some of it’s a bit old and battered, but some of the stuff’s brand new. Would you like to take it, even if it’s just to throw it away? I can’t bring myself to do that?’
‘Of course I’ll take the stuff, but I doubt if I’ll use it. I can give it to the guys at the club.’ He gave her an apologetic smile and then his expression darkened. ‘Since Steve’s death I’ve done very little climbing. Hardly any at all.’ He dropped his eyes to the tablecloth and paused, clearly trying to make up his mind to admit something. She sat back and waited, unused to this more serious Matt. ‘I’ve been wondering whether to tell you this, Annie, but I feel I’ve got to.’ She saw him take a deep breath. ‘The day after the funeral I did something I knew I had to do. I went back to the spot where he died and I did the climb again. Since then I’ve let it go.’
Annie looked at him with awe. He had been with Steve the day of the accident. In fact, it had been Matt who had made the awful call to break the news of the tragedy to her. From what she had heard, he had been within inches of being swept away along with Steve. It must have taken real courage to go back there.
‘God, Matt, who was crazy enough to do the climb with you?’
He still didn’t raise his eyes from the table. ‘Nobody. I didn’t want anybody.’
‘You climbed it solo?’ Annie had learnt enough about climbing over the years to know that one thing you didn’t ever do was to climb solo, without a partner.
‘I climbed it with Steve.’ His voice came near to cracking. ‘He was with me all the way, at my shoulder, telling me where the holds were.’ Now, finally, he raised his eyes. ‘It was something I had to do. For him.’
‘And you never told me.’ Annie could hardly believe it. She had always known that Matt was tough, but this sort of bravery was quite something.
He managed a weak smile. ‘Annie, it’s all I can do not to burst out crying now, two years later. I genuinely don’t think I could have told you any earlier.’ He reached for the red wine and filled the two glasses. He raised his glass towards her, his face more serious than she had ever seen it. ‘I promised myself that if I made it up and back in one piece, I’d come here with you and drink a toast to him.’
‘Who else, Annie?’ His voice was still soft and subdued. Then he clinked his glass against hers and took a big mouthful. Annie wiped a drop of moisture from her eyes. Just for a moment, she took a good look at him as he swallowed another mouthful of wine. She had known him for years. Matt was a playboy, a reckless risk-taker, a bad influence – but, here he was, behaving like a sensitive, caring friend. She found that she liked this Matt. A lot.
Firstly, my name isn’t T. A. It’s Trevor. I write under the androgynous name T. A. Williams because 65% of books are read by women. In my first book, “Dirty Minds” one of the (female) characters suggests the imbalance is due to the fact that men spend too much time getting drunk and watching football. I couldn’t possibly comment. Ask my wife…
I’ve written all sorts: thrillers, historical novels, short stories and now I’m enjoying myself hugely writing humour and romance. Romantic comedies are what we all need from time to time. Life isn’t always very fair. It isn’t always a lot of fun, but when it is, we need to embrace it. If my books can put a smile on your face and maybe give your heartstrings a tug, then I know I’ve done my job.
I‘ve lived all over Europe, but now I live in a little village in sleepy Devon, tucked away in south west England. I love the place. That’s why you’ll find leafy lanes and thatched cottages in most of my books. Oh, yes, and a black Labrador.
I’ve been writing since I was 14 and that is half a century ago. However, underneath this bald, wrinkly exterior, there beats the heart of a youngster. My wife is convinced I will never grow up. I hope she’s right.
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