She's never met her father, or her grandparents, but one day a social worker drops a 92-year-old man at her door and says 'He's yours." No other living relatives to be found. Bailey Devlin is working hard to finish law school and pass the bar, but hey, bring on a grandpa who can't pee by himself! "He is a happy man, and I have no idea why," Bailey notices. "He has nothing. I have nothing, and I am not a happy girl."
Yeah, I kinda noticed that. Typical of the genre, we have a self-deprecating heroine who complains a lot. Why does this stuff sell so well, and why did I read this novel? The title and synopsis got me. Quirky. Anything quirky or funny may get me to read a genre I normally avoid.
Not one but TWO awesome men come to Bailey's assistance, entertaining Grandpa and watching him while she's indulging in an hour at the spa, or studying. (What is this, a fairy tale?) Still, Grandpa's gotta go. --Not to the bathroom; he's gotta go bye-bye.
Bailey's coupon clipping is entertaining, to an extent. Her mother's noodles. Her ability to live on the cheap. Too bad she keeps dreaming of wealth - it kinda ruins (for me) the ideal of a young, aspiring lawyer who isn't materialistic or in it just for the money.
Insightful, thoughtful and sometimes witty, this narrative kept me turning pages. If you love chick lit, this may be a 5-star novel. I've just seen too much of this genre to love a story that (to me) doesn't really stand out from the rest. We have the clutzy, honest heroine who doesn't have time or money for hair, make-up and wardrobe. I'm okay with that. That sounds like me. But this heroine inexplicably has two really hot guys competing for her affections. In so many novels, a frumpy heroine who doesn't even work out (much less bother with hair, make-up or wardrobe) will score the eternal devotion of some hot, even gorgeous, usually rich guy, without even trying. Is there a feminist subtext going on here? I'm all for saving time and money, shopping at Goodwill, and such, but to be dressed in sweat pants, caught without eyeliner, and still have Mr. Sexy think I'm sexy... what is this fairy tale? Why can't Mr. Okay-Looking, and Not Overly Rich, be Mr. Right?
I could get past that trope, if the prose is polished, and the voice authentic. That may be the case here. However, the heroine has a lot of selfish moments. She can be a real cold fish. And she really doesn't show much respect for Grandpa, nor much interest in him. Hello. He's 92? Ask him about his life, honey, instead of working so hard to dump him on someone else.
Not much is resolved at the end of Book One, but that's to be expected in a series.
Lots of lines are funny or quotable or worth noting, and here's a partial list:
-- I am flying and free and happy because I am running – not away from anything – but for the sheer joy of doing something I want to do.
-- my horoscope predicted I was in for a big raise. I sure could use it considering I was working my way through law school. Sadly, it was a raise in the rent
-- my eyes looked for the stuff you were made of while my mom's eyes looked for the stuff you dreamed of. I would have liked my eyes to dance like my mother's; I would have liked it if people stopped pointing out the difference.
-- crime and punishment in the gritty city of San Francisco. Those stories made me want to be a lawyer. I would be the Joan of Arc of the legal profession, tying myself to the tree of truth, enduring the flames of evil to fight for justice and the American way –
-- If Mom was cooking, that meant she was home. If she was home, I was loved.
-- My mother wasn't old enough to remember the Depression, of course, but her mother's mother had been.
-- I was going to get all the good stuff because I was an eye-scrunching, breath-holding, hand-clasping believer in the goodness of the universe.
There was more, I swear, but I must have highlighted without hitting Kindle Share.
The grandpa, the jazz musician, the lawyer boyfriend, the transvestite in the apartment down the hall (is there ever a chick flick without a gay guy in it?) - these are good people, and it's a fun place to spend a few hours of your life. I'm just more into cerebral stuff, and this is Lite Reading. It's Diet Soda, and I'm in a mood for scotch. No ice. And a cigar, and for all my complaints about exploding helicopters in guy flicks, maybe I could use something like that after all.
Maybe.