What an odd little duck this is. I confess that, as I was reading it, I would occasionally stop and ask myself how I would write a review about it. Frankly, I don’t recall reading anything quite like this. Before I go too far; I love unique and weird, so all aforementioned and following descriptions are meant as compliments, not complaints.
First, this is not a book that “pulled me in”. Rather, there seemed to be a deliberate attempt to keep the reader on the outside, looking in; very cool for this particular story. The impossible happens often, without explanation or apology. Our main character, Becky/Rebecca, seems open to it, so it was easy for this reader to accept the oddities as well. It was actually quite refreshing to simply acknowledge and accept, instead of grappling with a pseudo-explanation as to how these bizarre things were taking place. I enjoyed this part of the book tremendously.
Next, we have the story-line. Becky’s life, nothing to be particularly proud of, is shattered by the death of her mother. Knowing that she has nowhere to go and no one to turn to, Becky stumbles upon a name and phone number hidden away. Enter Tom Kelly, world-famous designer, entrepreneur and all-around embodiment of fame. He quickly promises Becky that she will become “the most beautiful person in the world”, with minimal catches. Having nothing to lose, she agrees to give it a shot.
Now, we have a couple of things going on. One being, how will Becky, nee Rebecca, handle the beauty, fame, and adoration; but, most importantly, will it improve her life? Two, why is Tom Kelly doing this? Clearly, not out of the kindness of his heart---he doesn’t appear to have one. Soon, true love follows. Just as Rebecca goes for the gold, Tom Kelly cleanly jerks the rug out from under her. Bye-bye beauty, hello Becky….deal with that!
Mr. Rudnick’s characters are so very real that this reader tended to keep them at arm’s length, rather than blissfully enveloping them and accepting their enviable perfection. He details a full-blown adult tantrum beautifully. We’ve all had those moments when we are absolutely livid, yet the harshest derogatory term that comes to mind is “fart-face”. The muttered snide comments are witty and biting, while the professions of love are sweetly clumsy.
I enjoyed this quirky, groovy little book and I am excited to read more by Mr. Rudnick.
This review was originally written for Buried Under Books Blog.