The F List is the fifth or sixth book I read during my GoodReads Reading Challenge. It’s by a Worldwide Bestselling Author named Alessandra Torre. I first heard of her when I watched this interview she did with a very talented man I follow on Youtube. His name is Dale L. Roberts. He runs a YouTube Channel dedicated to helping authors self-publish their books. Since I will be a member of that community within the next year, I am doing as much research as I can. There is a whole lot to digest, but Dale makes it easy. He knows a lot about the business and he’s really nice. If you want to self-publish, do check him out.
I was intrigued by her story, because she has the career I would like to have some day. It really is my dream to make a living with my art. Yes, writing books is art, okay? I’m an artist & I don’t plan on being a starving one.
The F List really caught my attention, because I love the blurb. I also think the cover is amazing.
This is the blurb:
There was a lot I did to get to this point, to get 42 million followers. Some of it I was proud of, most of it I wasn’t.
There was a group of us, all internet celebrities, and everyone wanted in, which is how six of us ended up living in this mansion, a camera always on, the public always watching. Two months and nine carefully scripted TV episodes that would get us more of the three F’s we were desperately chasing.
Fame. Fortune. Followers.
I knew my role. I was Emma, the unlikeable one. The dark villain with the devious smile. The package of dynamite that would blow up any chance of peaceful living and harmony.
Cash knew his role. He was the good guy. The lovable one. The one that everyone, even the darkest cast member of them all, would fall in love with.
They were supposed to just be roles.
None of it was supposed to be real.
My heart didn’t get that memo.
It piqued my interest, because today’s society is super shallow. People will do anything for clout.
Social media is shallow and it drains my energy. That is the main reason I quit social media over a year ago. When I start publishing my books I will need to use social media to engage with my readers. But I will pay someone to do that, I don’t want anything to do with social media.
This blog is different, because I post what I want. I don’t post for any algorithm to get my posts on the front page of Google. Here, I write for me. If you like my posts, GREAT & thank you! And if you don’t, you don’t. To each its own. There are reasons why I blog, and that’s that.
Now, let’s get to the review…
I just don’t understand this book. I don’t know enough about her and her life to identify with her. She steals a dead man’s phone at the beginning of the book. I kind of thought that that would bring her fame in a sort of way. Maybe she found something on his phone to blackmail someone with? If the author didn’t plan on exploring this, I wonder why it was in the book. It could’ve been left out altogether and the book still would have made sense.
I think there is too little interaction between the hero and heroine to make their bond or sexual attraction believable. I just don’t like the characters. There is not enough backstory for me to really give a fuck about them.
I don’t understand how she went from being broke to stealing a dead guy’s phone to winning the lottery to wanting to be Insta famous. I just don’t understand her motivation. Maybe it was explained later on in the book, I don’t know because I stopped reading after chapter 45. Why the hell did she punch him? I don’t understand her nor her actions.
For me, I would’ve liked some more backstory. What was her life like before all the fame and the dead-end job at the hotel she worked at? Maybe THEN I could understand WHY she wanted to be famous so badly.
I did like the writing. Alessandra Torre is an awesome writer and I love how she explored the superficiality of the Internet and fame. I would’ve loved it if it weren’t a romance and explored Emma’s story more. And Emma Blanton? That is a boring name. She could’ve been named Emma Bland, because that’s what she is… bland as fuck. .
I loved a look into how much work is put into becoming Insta famous and gaining followers. But the story of Emma and Cash just fell flat for me. Maybe I’ll read it again some other time…
I just DNF, people. It took too long for the hero and heroine to be in one room together for there to be any chemistry. When they actually WERE in the same room, they acted like children. I wanted to give both of them a lollipop, especially Emma.
It was a NO-NO for me. Seriously, it bugs me that the author didn’t spend more time on realistic character development and making Emma a bit more identifiable. I had absolutely no reason to root for her.