This is the second Christian Chick-Lit book I've read all year (and possibly ever, if I recall correctly), and I can't say I'm overly impressed. While not as heavy-handed as some Christian books when it comes to faith, the character still talks too rosy and the faith in the book comes off as trite. And I can totally tell that Carlson was never a thirty-something single woman. And what, pray tell, is the obsession with clothes and shoes in these books? I know a lot of single Christian women in this age group and NONE of us even know the designer names these authors are throwing around. Honestly, the books smack of insincerity.
On a more specific level, Carlson's writing is passable, the story is interesting and other than the few slips of "oh, I'm a Christian so maybe I should forgive him" and what not, it wasn't too bad. She overused the word "actually" and the main character has at least five self-proclaimed pity parties (yes, she says it every time). And once, she totally missed a saying, either in effort to not be cliche or because she just doesn't know it well, with "out of the frying pan into the blaze (rather than fire or flame). It just felt really werid and made me stop, reread and then go . I wouldn't take tips on writing from Carlson, and there is no promise that I'll hunt down any of her other books, but if I was stuck on a plane for four hours and there was an extra copy, I'd read her without much complaint.
Funny, some of the comments in this book come across as more overtly "grown up" than many secular books, maybe because Carlson is trying so hard to avoid it--who knows.