Four months apart while he traverses through the depths of Africa and she “aspires” through the haze of Hollywood.
Three questions each letter.
Their intense connection is clear, but fate is only as strong as timing allows it to be. She has a life-long passion that is finally turning into a career. He has landed enough British pounds to travel the world for the first time in his life.
Will their honest answers be enough to bring them back together?
Chick lit? No. It's much more! I knew I wanted to start writing reviews for up and coming independent book authors because there are so many stellar writers who have to wait years to shine bright. It takes new authors myriads of hours on social media, sending out blog and review requests and lots of luck to even begin to get noticed by readers. I am thrilled that I have chosen Three Question to be my first professional book review. This novel is one of those rare reads where I felt as if I were actually friends with this above-average 25 year old struggling Hollywood actress getting over a break up. By the time I was done reading the book I couldn’t help but think that the author had lived every truthful word she wrote and I still feel compelled to reach out to her and ask, “Did that really happen to you?”
I hate Chick-Lit. I’m a dude. I may be gay and a hairdresser, but I’m a guy so I think like a guy: I do not want to over analyze broken relationships nor talk about my feelings let alone read about them. But I bought Meagan’s book, Three Questions, at her book launch—you know, as a fellow Chicago writer. But I didn’t actually read her book until I was scheduled to do a book signing event with her. The first page of Three Questions was of a break-up. The second page and chapter was an email that didn’t seem to fit with the tone of the first page…wha?... so I kept reading. By the time I began to enjoy what I thought was a clever gimmick (two lovers corresponding by email asking each other three questions to get to know each other), I realized I would not put the book down until I knew my friend *“Adele” was fulfilled in her career and her relationships. The author, Meagan Adele Lopez, intentionally lures the reader into what might be a better than average Chick-Lit breezy pass-time read with its catch: A young woman’s quarter decade “mid-life crises,” eight hours in Vegas begets a promise to meet in Chicago, and a simultaneous storyline email conversation between the heroin and a burgeoning (new or past) relationship. The rest of my review is at The Local Tourist: http://thelocaltourist.com/blog/mafia...
I had some trouble getting into the book in the beginning but once I got used to the going back and forth I really started to enjoy it. It makes you feel a lot of different emotions. Which is how a good book should be.
Just wasn't as good as I was hoping or thinking it would be. It also ended in away I didn't like. It wasn't a way I wanted to waste my head space in la la land for.
Boring. Flips back and forth between past and present, but not smoothly at all. The "present" is very boring... mostly e-mails between two people who met for eight hours and fell for each other, but then were separated for many months. Ending was obviously meant to be a shocker. Too obviously. Pass.