I added Girl Hunter to my TBR list when Sassymonkey showed me the book trailer for it. It was one of the first book trailers that I did not hate. That seemed like a good sign. But months went by and I never reserved the book. It just happened to be sitting on the shelf a few months ago so I grabbed it. TW read it quickly and didn’t have a lot to say about it. I picked it up day before yesterday because it was short and I’ve got a ton of books due back that can’t be renewed – I’m reading as many as possible, so short or quick reads are a must right now. Girl Hunter seemed like both.
And it was.
It was also very well written.
What it wasn’t was… passionate.
It was interesting. Kind of. In a hunting sort of way. The men she hunted with were very interesting. Even the asshole in North Dakota or Montana or wherever it was that she tried to go Elk Hunting.
What was missing was Georgia Pellegrinni’s passion and emotion. Even when they were chasing hogs through Arkansas on 4 wheelers, tracking dogs with gps collars, the emotion died down fast. The adrenaline was just not there – and while I’ve never been hunting, I can’t imagine that there isn’t any when you’re hunting HUGE hogs and stabbing them with knives and stuff.
Cold. Interesting, but cold. That’s what Girl Hunter was.
I didn’t hate it. I’m not sorry I read it. I’m just kind of let down by it.
Oh well. You can’t win ‘em all.