Cream of the Crop is a contemporary BBW romance novel by Alice Clayton. This is the second book in the Hudson Valley series.
There is a difference between sexy and crude. Interestingly enough, every single book that Alice Clayton seems to put out has yet to learn that. The descriptions are always the same, “sexy and funny” and in the end, it’s always the same — crude, and crass.
One minute she’s talking about how she set up a conference room so that her boobs are perfectly highlighted by the sun, the next she’s condemning an intern for daring to look at her boobs.
She walks down the street, admiring her own good looks in the passing windows, and then gets offended when a man passing by checks her out.
After talking about how hot she is, yes she talks about herself and how hot she is over and over again. You later, however, find out she’s actually a BBW, and how dare the world not love her for it. It’s all just very awkward.
If you haven’t guessed by now I’m not a fan of this book. In fact, I had to make myself finish it and even then, it took me two weeks to do so. I could only stand it in small spurts.
Besides the awkward moments where the author tries to push the whole, I’m a BBW hear me roar down your throat, the story is also all over the place. It’s hard to really like the main character. She wants you to be proud that she bangs random guys, and then later she wants you to love that she is a good girl. Which is it? I mean it’s like this in the entire book.