This series is prime comfort material. The homey vibe hugs readers, but it’s more the warmth of heated floors than a campfire outdoors. In short, Coming Undone is cosy, but lacks spark. To elaborate:
You’d love to have these characters in your life. With their unconditional love and support, insatiable seksual appetites, unwavering hotness, and stubborn sincerity, they’d be the best friends you’ll ever have. But what we want in real life is not necessarily what we want from fiction. People read for many different reasons: Some read to escape, others to learn, others to think. Some enjoy reading about lives less hectic than their own. I like to read about characters who have bigger issues than I do – and this is why Coming Undone doesn’t suit me.
The characters’ histories are more intriguing than their present. The truly bad stuff is behind them; they’ve survived, and even thrived. Now, there’s only the THREAT/IDEA that what and whom they love most will be taken away – it doesn’t actually HAPPEN. And this troubles me because there’s great potential here for conflict to form a real page-turner. But that’s all it is: potential. The way things could’ve gone, but didn’t, would’ve made a much stronger, gripping story. Coming Undone certainly has a whimsical charm about it, but it could’ve been more.