★★★
↣Okay, so 'Story of My Life' by Lucy Score hits you with this line:“𝗟𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘀𝘆, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗜’𝗱 𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗲𝗹𝘀𝗲.”And, honestly, that pretty much sums up the whole book. It's a messy, delightful… thing, you know? It feels like we're watching Hazel, the heroine, write the book as we're reading it. Which, points for dedication, but... the result is a bit of a wild ride. We're talking 30% about birds and driving tips that might get you arrested, 50% how sleeping with a stressed-out dude cures writing block, and 20% pure, unadulterated chaos. Oh, and raccoons. And Campbell Bishop, a name that, kind of like how I keep forgetting it, makes you wonder if anyone actually edited this book. So, yeah, 'Story of My Life' is a unique reading experience, where the mess—both in the story and, let's be real, in the writing—is the main event.
“𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗺𝗲𝗻 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀”
let's see how that plays out in the gloriously chaotic world of Story Lake. Picture this: Hazel Hart, a pretty writer who's basically living a rom-com cliché, except the 'rom' is more like 'rom-com disaster.' Jobless, homeless, and with an ex who's still somehow lingering, she's a hot mess express. Thankfully, her agent, Zoey, is a beacon of sanity, pushing her towards a fresh start in the gossip-fueled paradise of Story Lake. This is where she crashes (literally and figuratively) into Campbell Bishop. Their first meeting? A masterclass in how not to meet your future love interest. And honestly, Hazel? I'm struggling. She's got the relationship skills of a toddler, the organizational skills of a squirrel hoarding nuts, and a 'filthy mind' that's more like a random thought generator on overdrive. 'My hero,' she declares, after, what, five minutes? I'm keeping my lips sealed about the 'fake date' fiasco, for everyone's sanity.
Then there's Campbell Bishop, who's officially joined my list of 'book boyfriends I'd sell my soul for.' An alpha male with a 'don't care' façade that crumbles at the slightest hint of Hazel's distress. He's the kind of guy who notices everything, even when you think he's zoned out staring at a wall. Jealous? Check. Kiss expert? Absolutely. And, surprisingly, he's got a sense of humor that can rival a stand-up comedian. The only mystery? His fascination with Hazel's 'nervous hotness.' I mean, I get the whole 'post-cry glow' thing (rosy cheeks, sparkling eyes, the works), but full-blown panic? Not my jam. But hey, Campbell clearly has his own preferences, and who am I to judge? Just know I am judging.And let’s not forget, the man is a muscular, handsome mountain of a man.
“𝗙𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝘂𝗶𝗹𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲.”
the Bishop brothers have built a foundation of pure, unadulterated comedic gold. Cam, our hero, juggles his overbearing affection for his brothers with his staunch belief that relationships are merely 'distractions' – a belief that, predictably, crumbles like a stale cookie the moment Hazel stumbles into town. Their brotherly banter alone is worth the price of admission, a delightful side dish to the main course of romantic chaos. And speaking of chaos, the small-town vibe of Story Lake is the perfect breeding ground for it. Gossip spreads faster than a wildfire in a dry forest, and everyone's a self-appointed relationship expert. This constant barrage of unsolicited opinions and meddling neighbors forms the 'foundation' of Hazel and Cam's relationship, which, to be honest, I found less 'romantic slow burn' and more 'slow-motion train wreck,' especially towards the end. What a mess, indeed.
Let's talk about the language, shall we? Because, honestly, I'm experiencing a mild existential crisis wondering if the editor took a permanent vacation when Lucy Score submitted her final draft. Did they accidentally swap their reading glasses for a pair of blindfolds? My mom just got new ones, maybe they could borrow them. Because the word-mingling in this book? It's less 'artistic license' and more 'linguistic freefall.' My nerves are officially shot. I'm half-tempted to give this book three stars solely for the 'advice' nuggets sprinkled throughout(just joking), like 'Guys are stupid sometimes. Most of the times.....You shouldn’t date any of them until they’re in their thirties', 'Men who made themselves feel bigger by making their partners feel smaller were a special brand of dirtbag,' and the ever-practical 'if you think any man worth your time would let you pick up the tab on the first date, then you’ve been seeing the wrong men.' Pure gold.
𝗣.𝗦. Pure gold, I tell ya. Like, seriously, who needs a relationship guru when you've got Lucy Score? But, okay, jokes aside (sort of), there were moments where the book actually punched me in the feels. Like, "𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴" Campbell says, and suddenly I'm questioning all my life choices. And then,"𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶." Okay, fine, I teared up a little. Don't judge me. And let's not forget the wisdom bomb:"𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝘂𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝘄𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲."Like, who knew a book with sentences that sound like they were written by a caffeinated squirrel could drop such truth bombs? So, yeah, the language? A hot mess. But the heart? Actually, kinda there. Maybe the editor was just trying to keep us on our toes? Nah, they were probably just on vacation.
In conclusion, 'Story of My Life' is a wild ride best enjoyed with a good sense of humor and a willingness to embrace the chaos. Just don't ask me to explain the raccoons stuff .
* LUCY SCORE! I'm sold! Where do I sign?