Hold on your bookmarks because Getting Personal is a mixed bag of emotions but not necessarily in a good way. After sinking hours into this lengthy book it’s with a heavy heart, I have to give it 2 out of 5 stars. Brace yourself, because this review is about to get personal…
Let's dive into the not-so-charming bits, shall we? Brace yourselves, because we're wading into fatphobia territory with Martin's ex, Rebecca, being described as "pudgy" among other things and her lisp being used as a reason for disgust, even if she does turn out to be a psycho! I mean yikes, talk about hitting below the literary belt! And speaking of psycho, then there's Ruby, who takes the prize for desperation levels that rival a desert in a drought. I mean, I've never encountered a character (or any real life woman either) so thirsty for a man or ones affections. From unironically asking whether her tits are better than her “best friend's”, to downright rude behavior throughout the book (seriously, who steals their friend's full beer at the pub and hands it to their shitty boyfriend that turned up late, without even asking??), she was a trainwreck waiting to happen from the start.
Let’s not forget the cringe-worthy instances of drunken rendezvous where names are barely remembered. Call it a "sign of the times" if you must, but EWWWW, count me out of that scene! We call taking advantage of severely drunken girls something else these days. 🤮
As for the plot, well, it's as thrilling as watching paint dry for about two-thirds of the book. I found myself yawning and checking the page count, wondering when something exciting might happen. And to add insult to injury, the dinner table scene with Martin and a bunch of famous women fondling him under the table? Utterly ridiculous. Seriously, was that scene even necessary, or did the author just want to see how far they could stretch our suspension of disbelief?
But amidst the chaos, there’s Lou. The group's agony aunt, who seems to be the only beacon of light in this murky mess. She shines as the saving grace of the story throughout. Her journey, the big “reveal” and ultimate happy ending warmed my heart and saved this sinking ship from total despair. My stars are for Lou alone!!
In the end, the conclusion was as predictable as it gets, wrapping everything up in a neat, warm, fuzzy bow. But let's be real, this book could've been half its size and achieved the same result. Too many words, too little substance. So, if you're in the mood for a forgettable read with a few redeeming moments, "Getting Personal" might just fit the bill. But don't say I didn't warn you about the cringe-worthy moments and the draggy middle.
P.s, I read this book as a teen and somehow didn’t realise until halfway through. Just in case you were questioning the forgetability of this book.