Dirty by Megan Hart
This is what happened...
I met him at the candy store.
He turned and smiled at me and I was surprised enough to smile back. This was not a children's candy store, mind you--this was the kind of place you went to buy expensive imported chocolate truffles for your boss's wife because you felt guilty for having sex with him when you were both at a conference in Milwaukee.
Hypothetically speaking, of course.
I've been hit on plenty of times, mostly by men with little finesse who thought what was between their legs made up for what they lacked between their ears.
Sometimes I went home with them anyway, just because it felt good to want and be wanted, even if it was mostly fake.
The problem with wanting is that it's like pouring water into a vase full of stones. It fills you up before you know it, leaving no room for anything else. I don't apologize for who I am or what I've done in--or out--of bed.
I have my job, my house and my life, and for a long time I haven't wanted anything else.
Until Dan. Until now.
I read this one a while ago and wanted to blog about it but never did. I'm not going to go into the storyline, if I do it will ruin it for the readers, but I will say this: The blurb above? It doesn't do this book justice. Not at all. This book is so much more than that.
Like Rosie, this book knocked me on my ass. Seriously. I was expecting something shallow and just all about sex, but Dirty is so much more. The angst in this book is experienced by the heroine, and oh my God is it intense. For the longest time my eyebrows were furrowed trying to understand why, then it all became clear. Dear God. Through this book I kept saying, "I'm putting this down and not reading it anymore" because it was seriously deep and emotional and I wanted to get away from it. But reading Dirty is like watching a train wreck... you want to look away but for some reason you feel compelled to watch. I was compelled to finish this book. I had to. No matter if it was hard, emotional, and deep. And finish it I did. And I am very, very glad I did.
Dirty is done in first person, and anyone who knows me knows I don't DO first person. But I wanted to read this book, this story, to see why everyone was taking about Ms. Hart's latest. So, I read it, and first person worked for me--sort of. Just once I'd have loved to have known what Dan was thinking. Just once while he stared at Elle, not saying anything, just looking at her, I wanted to know what was going through his mind. Disappointment? Curiosity? Confusion? I'd have loved to have been there when he fell in love with her... or was he in love with her all along? Falling a bit more each time they were together? This is the perfect example of why first person doesn't do it for me. I want more. I want to know what he's thinking. I'm female, so I can kinda guess what she's thinking minus her personal issues... so insight into his thoughts, feelings, emotions, fears, etc., is what I need and want from a book, hence my love of third person.
My overall grade of the book: B+.
Had it been in third person and showed me Dan's POV, I'm positive it would have been an A+.