**Many thanks to Shelf Awareness, NetGalley, Berkley, and Melanie Hamrick for an ARC of this book! Now available as of 6.20!**
When you see this cover and read the words "First Position," you might think that this is a simply a book about the dark side of ballet...you know, first position, second position, etc.
But this book felt more at home with the likes of those describing, uh, certain OTHER positions....if you catch my drift...and voyeurism of this kind is a BIT more R rated than the vision I had of toe shoes and tutus (not to mention one that was also supposed to be peppered with thrills!)
Sylvie Carter has always longed for the post of prima ballerina, and five years ago, it seemed well within her grasp. She had a 'leg up' on her competition (so to speak) and was handling the ballet world (filled with plenty of sex and drugs) with just enough grace to keep her goal within reach. But when a whirlwind 'courtship' with a powerful and handsome magnate in the dance world goes awry and winds up in scandal territory, Sylvie's one shot seems to have evaporated...for good.
...Until now. Sylvie is in a new city and is still dancing: now as part of the North American Ballet company (NAB). When the stunning, masterful Alessandro Russo arrives, however, Sylvie's world is once again rocked and she quickly falls under his spell. Is Sylvie able to take this second chance, move on from the mistakes of her past, and ascend to true greatness? Or will the allure of sex, drugs, alcohol and yet ANOTHER forbidden romance keep her ultimate dream as nothing MORE than a fading, furtive dream?
This book is pitched as being Black Swan-esque...but I'm sorry to tell my thriller loving friends that there is NOTHING, and I mean NOTHING, thrilling about this book. At all. NONE of what plays out could even be considered remotely frightening, unless you find sex clubs or hooking up with older men terrifying. There is no murder, no gore, and DEFINITELY no mystery to solve. 80% of this narrative is about ballet...but more specifically, the 'dark' side of ballet...which translated means "lots and LOTS of sex and drugs." When I saw this book was 'dark' I guess I was assuming there would be more in the way of stakes and tension.
What I didn't expect, however, was the aforementioned overabundance of spicy sexual scenes that took up SO much of the book that I often had a hard time remembering what else in the plot was supposed to be relevant. Between this and Sylvie's constant drug abuse (often for no reason at all) I got pretty frustrated trying to stay invested in her journey. The dialogue also at times felt very clunky and fake...one such scene had the 'alluring' older man watching Sylvie and best frenemy Jocelyn and urging them: "Have fun, girls-do not forget to have fun! For god's sake, you're on drugs!"
...Seriously? As if he'd need to REMIND them?
This timeline also bops around to THREE different points in time for absolutely no reason, and also has narratives from Sylvie AND occasionally Jocelyn: so unnecessary in the grand scheme of things. The one upside to this is at least Jocelyn's sections had a bit more energy and punch, although she's just as unlikable as Sylvie, if not moreso. To give you a bit more insight into the bulk of her personality, here's how Jocelyn's mind works: "He pushes his hips into mine and I remember again why I'm having this fling. He's got no personality but he's an amazing dancer with a huge d***" (Yep, this is ACTUALLY Jocelyn's inner monologue...such as it is.)
Sadly, the world of ballet often got lost here, although there's plenty of technical jargon and authentic descriptions of dance sequences, the machinations of rehearsals etc. (based in part on Hamrick's own experience as a ballerina) to add that sense of reality that so much of this book seemed to be missing. The odd and somewhat saccharine ending felt even more out of place and left me wondering what message the author was truly hoping to convey to the reading audience. I can't tell if this was supposed to be a convoluted love story, a coming-of-age story, a lesson in identity...or proof positive of why you should "Just Say No to Drugs."
And this book DID leave me wanting to jeté, alright....but rather than a grand and graceful leap, I just wanted to jeté on OUT of there. 🩰
2.5 stars, rounded up to 3