Lollipop, by Amy Lane
Series: Candy Man, Book 3 (Stand Alone)
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: January 25, 2016
Rating: 2 out of 5 stars
I received a copy of this novel from the publisher in exchange for a fair and honest review.
Ezra Kellerman flew across country to see if he had another chance with the man he let slip through his fingers. He didn’t. Rico has moved on, but he doesn’t just leave his ex high and dry. Instead, Rico entrusts his family and friends with Ezra’s care. Ezra, confused, hurt, and lost, clings to Rico’s cousin and his boyfriend as the lifelines they are—but their friend Miguel is another story.
Miguel Rodriguez had great plans and ambition—but a hearty dose of real life crushed those flat. When Miguel finds himself partially in charge of the befuddled, dreamy, healing Ezra, he’s pretty resentful at first. But Ezra’s placid nature and sincere wonder at the simple life Miguel has taken for granted begin to soften Miguel’s hardened shell. Miguel starts to notice that Ezra isn’t just amazingly sweet—he’s achingly beautiful as well. Suddenly Miguel is fending off every single man on the planet to give Ezra room to get over Rico—while fighting a burning suspicion that the best thing to help Ezra get over his broken heart is Miguel.
Amy Lane is a very well-known, and well-liked author in the M/M community. She’s even been nominated for a RITA award. But her writing style just doesn’t work for me.
Lollipop is a confusing and often nonsensical story about a young man who makes the “ill-advised decision” to leave behind everything he knows in NYC to travel 3,000 miles to a city he’s never visited, in the distant hope that the boyfriend who left him several months before will take him back.
His last conscious thought was What the hell was I thinking? Rico had no reason to wait for me.
What I’ve discovered with Amy Lane is that you have to jump into her novels without looking to see what’s beneath you, and hope that there’s something to catch you at the bottom. Which is to say, she has the habit of starting off in the middle of a plot line, leaving you super confused about what’s going on, and not providing an explanation until much too late.
And look, maybe I’m just old or something, but I do not get the slang and the weird phrases and the tangents that lead to nowhere and the strange metaphors or whatever.
He started to struggle, because the sheet had been folded like a taco, with Ezra as the kosher beef hot dog inside, and the taco had gotten tangled sometime in the night.
Tacos have hot dogs in them?
Also, not a fan of the caricatures. A novel where the Jew is stereotype-Jewish, and the Mexican goes around calling everyone “Papi” every ten seconds? Not diggin’ it.
I read to escape. This novel was more work and effort than I wanted to put into a novel. I was constantly trying to figure out what was going on, who was doing what. I’d spent a hundred pages puzzling about someone’s confusing actions before it would finally be explained.
By the end of the story, I found that I’d actually enjoyed the plot… but it took me 250 pages to get to the point of enjoyment, instead of exasperation.