When deprived of her most prized sense, Daphne discovers a life she never expected, right under her nose.
Daphne Sweeten has left Paris – and a career she loves – in order to marry a man she loves even more. But when he stands her up on their wedding day, Daphne’s left reeling. Trained as a professional “nose” or perfume creator, Daphne soon realizes that her sense of smell has somehow disappeared too.
In the days following she moves to Dayton, Ohio, to take on a job creating fragrances for household products. Without her sense of smell, she must rely on her chemistry skills, and hope her handsome new boss, Jesse Lightner, doesn’t notice before she can figure out how to get it back.
Despite her desire to return to Paris, she can’t deny the way Jesse makes her feel. But when Daphne approaches former contacts, she learns her missing ex-fiance has somehow snagged her old job.
As Daphne and Jesse work on a signature scent for their new line, she feels God at work in her life as never before. And the promise of what is possible is as fresh as the scent of rain.
As a resident of Vancouver, one of the rainiest cities in North America, my nose is well attuned to the scent of rain. For me, the scent of rain raises a host of polarizing emotions from dread to a comfort. Unfortunately, The Scent of Rain also had the same affect on me as its namesake.
Daphne as a heroine is a contradiction: she is supposed to be a sophisticated, highly educated, society girl who lived in Paris but she is very naive and (I hate to say it) dense. Information about why her fiance abandoned her and what he had been doing since were clearly presented to her yet she seemed to conveniently forget and acted surprised and betrayed when she was confronted with the truth again. I kept thinking “What do you mean you don’t know?! They just told you ten pages ago!” Kristin’s trademark sassy heroine dialogue and quips were toned down and could have been used to revive the text and to make Daphne more endearing.
Jesse was not that appealing to me as a hero as he sometimes came across as selfish and boring. His scenes with Daphne never screamed romance and felt awkwardly unprofessional right from the onset (he talked about the suspicion surrounding his wife’s death at lunch on Daphne’s first day). Considering he and Daphne never dated or even kissed, the ending screamed forced happily ever after.
Daphne’s ex-fiance doesn’t get any page time (not even in a phone call!) except for a couple of twisted narcissistic letters. His relationship with Daphne and present circumstance were very ambiguous with a forced conclusion that just did not fit the rest of the storyline. The supporting cast felt very stereotypical: the anti-social scientists, the sassy and jealous beautiful nemesis, the mothering midlife receptionist, the snotty and arrogant boss.
The premise of this story has a lot of potential and there some enjoyable moments, but I am so disappointed that this highly anticipated read wasn’t a winner for me. I am so fond of her Spa Girls and Ashley Stockingdale series (she really is a pioneering voice for Christian chick-lit) and recommend them for those looking for lighthearted and funny reads.
*Disclosure: Review copy provided by publisher via NetGalley*