I don’t get it. Nothing really happens in this book. The couple goes to ONE counseling session at the beginning. It ends early. Then suddenly they both know how to fix everything?? All sunshine and rainbows after that.

The book also gets randomly preachy at times. The characters speak in this soapbox manner about societal expectations of body image, gender roles, and mental health. It’s incredibly jarring and almost…patronizing? I don’t know. I kept rolling my eyes at it, even though they were making a lot of points I agreed with. The soapboxes would just come out of left field and I’d have to sit there and sigh through this long monologue that really isn’t relevant at this time, place, or in any way, shape, or form applicable to the plot.

Another also, all Freya’s POV does is lust after Aiden. That grew tiresome.

What’s even more tiresome is that literally NONE of the problems in their marriage are her fault. It’s all on you, Aiden. Because you’re a man with anxiety and a traumatic past. All you, buddy boy. Can’t be Freya. She is perfect. Here, let’s hear from all the Bergman brothers about why you’re the problem, Aiden, and let’s hear from each of them on their own soapbox. Pay no attention to that trauma behind the curtain, Aiden. We’re here to tell you from our perfect, well-adjusted family perspective that you keep fucking up because you’re a man and you have anxiety and you have daddy issues and you’re afraid of being poor like when you were little and you don’t cry enough and for God’s sake would you just pull it the fuck together, you fucking fuck.

Aiden was the only one who made any changes. He got to grovel and do a giant personality overhaul. Freya remained a perfectly privileged princess (alliteration!) Aiden got to cater to. Yay.

Wow. Didn’t realize how annoyed I was at the book until I started writing this review. Really worked myself up. Hang on, let me get the soapbox—