First thing that needs to be said is this is better than Second Chance. It really is better. The only problem is this isn't very good, either. I really think Green has just run out of ideas, or inspiration, because one of the characters in this book is a 37-year old woman called Carrie... who happens to be a writer. Are we directly ripping characters off tv shows now? Another character is called Matt; a gay man who is every woeful stereotype you could possibly imagine. Amongst others, he calls people "honey", calls his gay friends "the girls" while discussing his numerous flings.
Also, it's not very well written. For example, there are a couple of phrases used again, and again, and again. The most annoying is how the characters "feel they've come home" when they kiss their new person; running a close second is how half of the characters at various points eventually feel "comfortable in their own skin". Both of these phrases are used at least 4 or 5 times throughout and by halfway through, I was rolling my eyes.
Am so worried that sounds mean, but this book is pretty much the final straw for me when it comes to reading any more Green. Parts of it did make me genuinely quite cross. In it, we're told that a particular character - "like all women" - is a chameleon when it comes to men; willing to change on a whim to please the new man. I think that's insulting, and a little arrogant. Are you so desperate for a man you're willing to compromise who you are? *Are* all women that way? I'm saying no.
Similarly, 9/11 is once again referred to. A character compares the events of 9/11 to their life being a little topsy turvy suddenly, and I actually had to put the book down for a day or so upon reading that. Citing terrorism - yet again - is just reprehensible.
Few of the characters are very kind. They all seem to cheat on people, or go after married people... what's more, the plot is really, truly predictable. You'll know what's coming within 10 pages. You'll know who ends up with who, and you'll know exactly who *is* who.
On the plus side, the descriptions of Nantucket are wonderful. They'll make you want to be there; to uproot and live there peacefully for the rest of your life... and I think that may be the problem in some ways. Green used to be a single gal around London. Her writing was real, and earthy and beautiful. Now, though, it's a little smug, and disassociated and, truthfully, it's mundane.
I wanted to love Beach House, because Straight Talking and Jemima J are remarkable, and Second Chance was such a let down, so a lot was riding on this one. I tried to love it, but everything I've mentioned combined just got too much and this is the last Green book I'll be reading.