Message in a Bottle

     Message in a Bottle. Ugh. I hated it. I hated it, but at the same time, I felt compelled to read it to the end. (So I did.) Message in a Bottle is about Theresa Osborne, a divorced, 30-something-year-old woman, with a 12 year old son. Theresa was walking on the beach of cape cod, away from the chaos of her life in Boston, when she comes across a bottle. Based on the title, I'm sure you can guess that yes! there was a message in this bottle.
     After taking this beautiful, emotion-stirring, passionate blah blah blah letter out of the bottle and reads it, she shows it to her best friend/boss, who basically forces her to publish it in her column about parenting. (However, I have no idea how a love letter relates to parenting.) The author of this letter, Garret, seems to be writing to his dead wife, her girlfriend or love one named Catherine. For Theresa, it was love at first read. Determined to be with him, she and her friend track him down in North Carolina and away she goes. "Oh, of course her must love me because he has loved before," was basically what I got from Theresa.
      They meet, fall in love, have a long distance relationship, break up. Over the course of the months they are together, she never tells him that she already he was. Tragically, in the end, he dies.


    Why do I hate it so much?
I'm really not sure. Maybe it's the fact that the genre of romance has been worn out. But I don't really think so. Maybe it's the weird, boring relationship between them. Wait. I just figured it out. It's simple really. It's just that it bores the hell out of me, and exasperates me so much! I'm exasperated right now writing this, just thinking about this annoying book that makes me want to throw it across the room every time i pick it up!
    What annoys me so much is got to be the cheesy thoughts, the boring relationship, the annoying supposedly beautiful chemistry between them that's actually so so so corny and way over used! I honestly just can't take it any more. No more romance books, please. All Garret and Theresa think about is,  " Oh, there so wonderful, they make me so happy, do I love them? Oh god, I just don't now!" All the do is go out  to eat and hang around the house. They hardly knew each other when they first fell in love, but ( as the summer breeze ruffled there hair, and sweet air was around them- ugh) it was love .
     I don't know why this annoys me so much, but it does. To an unbelievable extent. I truly don't think this is what real loving relationships are like but if this is an accurate portrayal, then thanks, author, for showing me I never want to be in one.