I've become accustomed to McFarlane's leisurely, meandering stories of a heroine's journey at a pivotal moment in her life, and It's Not Me, It's You is the classic, winding women's fiction/romance I now expect from this gem of an author. I mostly loved every minute of it, except for a few nail biting parts when Delia detours from the right choice to the clearly wrong one. The wrong choice moments in the book are downright harrowing, even though I understand the likelihood (i.e. "realism") of screwing up one's life from time to time in order to get to a better place: happiness, honesty, self-actualization, true friendships, and, of course, Love.
Reminiscent of the plot of If I Never Met You, Delia discovers at the start of the novel that her long-term partner has been cheating on her, but in this story, she bolts rapidly from that devastation and sets off on a radically new life in London. Even though McFarlane loves the northern regions of England, I thought the London sections of the book worked really well here. Delia's new array of urban friends and antagonists breathe life into her stale existence and change her profoundly. I was so there for every new experience, and maybe more than any other McFarlane book, I could not begin to predict the things that would happen in this exuberant and somewhat crazy tale. At times I felt like I was reading an older Susan Elizabeth Phillips madcap story of a downtrodden heroine destined to be her own hero. That is certainly one of the big themes of the story - Delia must save herself, especially when the good choices involve risk.
I love all of McFarlane's heroines, and even though each is distinct, there is a similarity to them now that I've read all of this author's books. They are witty and empathic, somewhat inclined to booze it up, loyal to loved ones, and sensitive and vulnerable people trying to make sense of an often harsh world. Delia felt like all of those things, maybe even more so than usual. Those she most cares about are the most vulnerable, like her developmentally-challenged adult brother Ralph, who lives in his parents' home playing solitary video games while working in fast food, an agoraphobic techie who forms a solid friendship with Delia only through text and Skype, a shy lesbian musician coping with discrimination, and her elderly, ugly dog, Parsnip, that languished in a shelter before Delia picked him out as the most priceless of all the dogs there. Delia seeks the good in everyone and fears being worn down by the cynicism and dishonesty in life. I felt protective of her, and so it's a huge relief when the actual hero of the novel pretty quickly sizes her up and feels protective too. This is a book with a few potential love interests, and so I will refrain from revealing his name. However, those who read McFarlane's books should be able to locate him quickly, as his story follows a pattern of the unlikely hero who in the end turns out to be just what the heroine needs. I'll say that I loved him without any hesitation. I actually laughed out loud when he blew through a door in all his glorious brashness and made his first dramatic appearance. I screamed internally, "It's him!" The hero here is everything, though McFarlane readers know to be prepared for a long development of his character. And the widely touted love letter he sends her at the end of the book is magical - one of the best things this author has ever written.
Sadly, this is my last unread McFarlane book. I can't believe she existed as a writer out there for years without me even knowing of her writings. She has easily become one of my favorites. Now I wait for August 22 to read a new one. Sigh~