Book # 7 of 2011
Just the Sexiest Man Alive by Julie James
"Falling in love with anyone was a gamble."
When I started reading Just the Sexiest Man Alive, I thought it was just another mediocre romance novel. Well, if one throws in a strong, female character (Taylor Donovan, a lawyer with a very promising future) and “just the sexiest man alive” (Jason Andrews, a thirty-something hunk celebrity) in one plot, I can’t be blamed if I thought I was smelling cliché all over the pages. Of course, it’s a given that they will get together by the end of the novel despite their differences in stature and personalities, which is always the case for romance novels—the thrill and the satisfaction is in the HOW.
I remember that I had a smile on my face while I was reading the last pages of this novel. Sure, it was an easy-read but it doesn’t mean that it was carelessly written. As a matter of fact, from its structure, dialogues, and switches in points of view, I can say that the novel is well-thought of. More importantly, Just the Sexiest Man Alive is one of the few most satisfying contemporary romance novels that I have ever read—with the focus on the romance, and not just on the sizzling, hot sex scenes (there isn’t much sex in this novel, and even that little bit of sex doesn’t seem to be off—how it is rendered just went well with the humorous tone of the novel).