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REVIEW: Jaded by Anne Calhoun


“Nice job with the presentation,” he said. “You made a library sound both necessary and really exciting.”

“Libraries are both necessary and really exciting,” she said. “To me, anyway.”

Dear Ms. Calhoun:

The sequel to Unforgiven (reviewed here by Dabney,) Jaded is a story about discovering and rediscovering passion. The title refers to Lucas Ridgeway, the burned out and emotionally distant Chief of Police of Walkers Ford, South Dakota. But Alana Wentworth is also in need of discovering her passions, and of giving herself permission to have them.

Researcher Alana took the job of interim library director in Walkers Ford after an embarrassing public proposal. Always feeling a bit of the ugly duckling in her famous political family, she’s spent much of her life going with the flow — until the flow suddenly included marriage to a man she was mostly dating from inertia. Now her time in Walkers Ford is almost up, and she wants to make the most of it by having a fling with her landlord, Lucas. Somehow she believes this will teach her how to deal with men and let her “go home different”: …she wasn’t going home the same person she was when she’d left. That would make this nothing more than wound-licking hibernation, not a tactical reinvention.

But the interim job keeps getting extended, as Alana becomes more and more involved with renovating the library as a true community center. And her attachment — to Lucas, to others in town, to her work — only grows, leaving her torn. Wentworths are trained to think globally, not locally, and her responsibilities lie elsewhere… don’t they?

At first I thought I’d made a mistake requesting this, because stories about city slickers realizing life is so much better in a small town… I’d say I was so over them, but I was never under them. But slowly, this won me over. What first grabbed me was the emphasis on the importance of libraries, most sweetly expressed through the character of Cody, a poor, desperate teenaged boy who’s sentenced to community service at the library and flourishes there:

the whimsical, wistful version of Walkers Ford was visible in the picture to anyone who knew the town… But all motion swirled subtly to the center of the drawing: the library. Alana’s heart seized when she saw the picture, realized the story Cody was using art and passion and feeling to tell. This is the center of our town. Not the restaurants or the shops of the administrative buildings. This place we need to commit to, or we’ll lose our center.

On a cheekier note, there’s a deliciously evocative sex scene in the library, in which Alana slyly plays into librarian fantasies:

Without turning around, she turned the books spine out and examined the labels. Behind her Lucas stood quietly. She thought about her skirt and cashmere cardigan over a silk blouse. She even wore a strand of pearls and her brown suede heels. Moving very slowly, she selected the first two books from the stack and turned to shelve them.

Lucas was right behind her. She hadn’t heard him move, not a rustle of denim over the beating of her heart. He leaned his body weight against hers and swept aside her chin-length hair. It slithered back, obscuring the kiss he pressed into the skin between her collar and hairline….

His mouth worked over the sensitive patch on her nape, first hot and gentle, then with a scrape of his teeth.

Her hands trembled as she slid one book, then the second, into their proper places, and if she took a minute to double-, then triple-check to be sure they were correctly shelved, well she was a conscientious librarian.

I was also moved by Lucas’s difficult emotional thaw, as he begins to recognize feelings for the woman he has no actual claim on:

His. Except she wasn’t, or so his mind said. His body, as he stripped and got into the shower, said something entirely different. His body said he’d spent all day watching the woman in his bed laugh and talk with everyone but him.

He leaned his head against the tiled wall and let water course over his back. The strength of the emotion, jealousy and anger and a blood-hot lust, washed through him with an intensity that left him breathless. This wasn’t like him. Feeling this much. Caring so intensely about anyone, anything.

You used to care like this.

And now I remember why I stopped. It fucking hurts.

While Alana is finding her place in Walkers Ford, Lucas’s feelings for her help him to recover from the compassion fatigue that’s dogged him for years, and regain a sense of trust and optimism.

By the end of the story, I was convinced that this wasn’t yet another glorification of small towns but about people finding what happens to be right for them. The very positive portrayal of Alana’s sister Freddie, who happily fits right into their glamorous, jet-setting family, helped a lot, and the downsides of rural life are also honestly portrayed.

This stood alone pretty well, although the main characters from the previous book play a part so I slightly regretted not reading it first. More irksome for me was a lot of repetition in the text: Alana refers to herself and Lucas as “a cliche” numerous times, a lampshade I could have done without. There are other repetitions too: Lucas watched Tanya bite at her her nails and roam in and out of the lights like a moth attracted to the light. She was agitated, shaking, biting her nails. Later in this same scene, Lucas is confounded when Tanya, his cousin, mentions an incident from his past which no one is supposed to know about; she had already mentioned it to him earlier in the book. And this may be just a personal cultural disconnect, but I had an “oh please” moment when Lucas got all bent out of shape because someone had some pot.

But I loved the powerful feelings conveyed in the story, and the celebration of positive values. Love. Art. Community. And above all, libraries. B


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Willaful fell in love with romance novels at an early age, but ruthlessly suppressed the passion for years, while grabbing onto any crumbs of romance to be found in other genres. She finally gave in and started reading romance again in 2006, and has been trying to catch up with the entire genre ever since. Look for her on twitter or at her blog at


  1. No One Ever Went Wrong With a Book Reviewer By Writing a Sympathetic Librarian Character | A Willful Woman...
    Feb 17, 2014 @ 11:54:08

    […] I have a review of Jaded by Anne Calhoun over at Dear Author. […]

  2. Gisele Pinheiro
    Feb 17, 2014 @ 12:26:44

    I loved, loved this book. In fact, Anne Calhoun is one of the best voices of contemp/erotica out there. I love her work.

  3. Willaful
    Feb 17, 2014 @ 12:52:40

    To clarify, since there is some confusion — I would classify this as romance. Sex is not at the forefront as it is in Calhoun’s erotic romance.

  4. Jen
    Feb 17, 2014 @ 14:50:21

    OK, you had me at that first quote about libraries! I’m a librarian and a huge sucker for librarian stories, even when they’re sort of silly librarian-fantasy stuff, but I LOVE seeing libraries themselves portrayed positively. I’m in!

  5. Willaful
    Feb 17, 2014 @ 14:55:53

    @Jen: Cool! Which just goes to show, you should always let your geek out to play. :-)

  6. Anu
    Feb 17, 2014 @ 15:13:43

    Calhoun’s men often undergo emotional thaws that are never quite thawed out enough for me. Even when they say “I love you,” they remain a bit too distant, too emotionally unavailable – to the heroine or to the reader, I don’t know. But the HEAs aren’t as emotionally satisfying as I want them to be.

    I enjoy her stories, nonetheless. Calhoun has an excellent, clear writing style, sensible, recognizably adult h/h, and sex scenes infused with emotion; I try to read everything she writes.

  7. Mandi
    Feb 17, 2014 @ 17:22:10

    I looooove Anne Calhoun but found this book to be slow. Just never grabbed me.

  8. Kaetrin
    Feb 17, 2014 @ 19:16:20

    I liked it well enough but it didn’t grab me as much as others of Calhoun’s books have. It had a kind of quiet (?) vibe to it. I do find Calhoun a reliably good read, but this wasn’t as enjoyable for me as, say, Uncommon Passion.

  9. Marguerite Butler
    Feb 19, 2014 @ 14:26:43

    Sold! You had me at librarian and cop. I love smart, capable heroines. Just downloaded it. Thanks for the recommendation. :)

  10. kate
    Feb 19, 2014 @ 14:52:46

    I thought this was such a disappointment after Unforgiven. I usually really like Anne Calhoun, although her books/style can tend to the turgid/humorless.

    I really liked Lucas, but I thought Alana was inconsistently written, and the happy ending/resolution to all the characters was… ridiculous and undermined some real pathos earlier in the story.
    I’m thinking of the teenage boy artist, Frankie, and Alana’s mom– particularly the last two seemed to have personality transplants– it seems unlikely to me that they would have suddenly gained so much self awareness and acceptance, given their earlier behavior. Perhaps I’m over identifying with the family dynamics, though.

    I found Unforgiven somber, but in someway ultimately transcendent, and I LOVED it. The humorlessness suited the tone. Here, the lack of humor or any moments of levity made the book boring, and deflated the story line progression- no momentum.

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