This is the kind of book that makes my teeth itch.
Reviewers on Goodreads call Ride the Rainbow Home a "clean romance." I'm calling it way too bland for my taste.
Meg Taylor lives in California, where her life is only okay. She's seeing a guy who she likes okay; she has a job as a management trainer that she likes okay. Then her high school friend Sally has twins, and talks Meg into coming back home to Rainbow Rock, Arizona, to help her with the babies after the birth.
"Home" is a relative term for Meg. She only lived in Rainbow Rock during high school, and she caught so much flak for being the principal's stepdaughter that she fled as soon as graduation was over. In the ten years since, she has reinvented herself. Upon her return, she discovers she's not the only person who's been doing some reinventing; Little Jimmy McAllister has turned into a splendid specimen of a human male. He's handsome and virile; he's ethical and kind; and he's a complete gentleman. He wants to kiss her, but he restrains himself until he's sure she wants to get serious with him.
Restrains himself from kissing her? On what planet do these people live? Even Meg herself couldn't figure out what was going on with the guy, for cryin' out loud.
The dialogue is nothing to write home about, either. Here are the first two sentences of the book:
"Oh!" Meg jumped as lightning crashed overhead.Okay, so maybe she wouldn't swear. This is a clean romance, after all. But for the love of all the gods, give me something more to sink my teeth into than "Oh!"
The only thing that saved this book for me was Jim's work with Navajo artifacts. But there was too little Navajo tradition, and way too much of Meg deciding maybe she liked Rainbow Rock, after all.
There's at least one more book in this series, but I'll pass. Just not my thing.