Rating: 2/5 Stars
I have to admit I only wanted to read F*ck Marriage because of its title. It’s edgy and appealed to my Gen-Z-ness (Yes, I’m making that a word). I’ve heard really good things about Tarryn Fisher, but I’m not going to lie, this story was a huge letdown.
It follows Billie Tarrow after her husband left her for another woman. Shamed and divorced, Billie retreated to her family home in Port Townsend, far from her old life in New York. After a near-death encounter, Billie decides to return to the city that took everything from her.
But sometimes in the midst of heartache, hope suffocates the pain. (Basically another man will heal her since she can’t do it herself. *eyeroll*)
Satcher Gable has carried a torch for Billie for ten years. When she suddenly returns to New York a single woman, he can’t believe his good fortune. But convincing her to walk away from her heartache is proving more difficult than Satcher anticipated. A changed woman, Billie’s only goal is revenge.
To sum this review up quickly, this book sucked, but it didn’t start that way.
Beginning this book, I saw why people really like Fisher. Her writing is stellar and I was really enjoying the story, curious to see where it would lead. I thought Billie would be this strong willed, badass, CEO who’d put her scumbag ex in his place and show she was stronger than she’d let him believe.
About half way, everything turns cheesy and reality TV level stupid. It’s like Tarryn Fisher realized her deadline was coming up and literally vomited on her keyboard and went “well, at least it’s readable.” Did someone else write the second half?? That would at least make more sense. If so, Fisher, fire them. They’re not good.
Seriously, don’t even waste your time with this story.