Insatiable was another dud. I don’t know why I keep trying Melanie Harlow’s novels and expecting it to be different, when it’s always the same (admittedly, it’s mostly the amazing covers that suck me in). Stilted dialogue, nonexistent chemistry, and distant storytelling always seem to be her M.O.
After yet another one of Meg Sawyer’s relationships fizzles out, the 33-year-old political strategist is left wondering why she is never worth fighting for. Determined to put the break-up behind her, she returns to her childhood home in Michigan a week early for a much-needed distraction. Amongst one of those distractions is police officer Noah McCormick, the one who always made her question what could have been. When she unexpectedly walks in on him naked, they finally have the perfect excuse to act on their seventeen-year attraction to one another. With every night that they spend together, their pact to strictly remain friends with benefits gets compromised. However, with Meg returning to D.C by the end of the week, Noah must decide whether he can get over his struggles with deserving happiness and whether their relationship is worth fighting for.
Melanie Harlow spent way too long focusing on unnecessary details, especially in the beginning. 20% of the novel went by before Meg and Noah finally come face to face again, and by that point, I was no longer invested in the story. The biggest offenders in Melanie’s prose, however, were the numerous consecutive short sentences and excessive exclamation marks. They read like staccatos, which made everything, especially the dialogue, feel so unnatural. For example, the sex scene where Noah “punishes” Meg relies heavily on the banter to work. However, it was so stilted that I almost burst out laughing – it honestly read like a parody of what a sex scene shouldn’t be. It also didn’t help that there weren’t many transitions between the scenes. I kept having to go back and reread parts of the book because I kept getting confused as to why the setting changed. This took me out of the moment and further disrupted the flow of the novel.
I also hated Noah and I thought that his struggle with letting go of his guilt of being born the “normal” twin was incredibly irritating. He was such a baby - he kept yelling whenever he didn’t get his way, yet he stubbornly refused to change the situation. In particular, when Meg asked for his opinion on her moving back to Michigan, he treated her with such derision that I didn’t understand how I was supposed to feel sympathetic to him, when he subsequently spent the remaining 25% of the novel whining about how much he missed her. The one moment that made me absolutely hate him though, was when he had a bad day at work and took it out on her. He shamed his ex-girlfriend, Holly, for being unable to take his asshole behaviour and praised Meg for rewarding him with a blow job in spite of it. For all of Holly’s faults, it was fucking reasonable for her to get emotional when he suddenly unleashed his rage on her and expect him to grovel for it. So when Noah made the grand gesture by flying out to D.C., I was frustrated that Meg immediately kissed him back, before he even had the chance to prove that he would never abandon her again. Throughout the novel, she kept absolving his flipflopping and by the end, I wasn’t convinced that he truly deserved her trust or that he wouldn’t pull another childish stunt again.
Despite all my grievances with this novel, there were some aspects that I enjoyed. I loved Renzo and I thought that Asher’s fight to live his life on his own terms was inspiring. Nonetheless, the uncompelling prose, annoying characters, and lackluster romance made the novel feel like such a chore to read.