I didn’t expect much from this book - I was looking for something light to read...you know, comically bewildered British woman working her way through whatever life troubles she had and a happy ending. It’s a good thing my expectations were low.
This book was a mess - the writing was solid but the story was sloppy, scattered, slow, and littered with so many random characters that I just didn’t care anymore. There’s like ponies, lingerie, estate fraud, a dead kid (which I THINK was supposed to be a key point in Evie and Ant’s backstory but just fell flat and awkward), mysterious neighbors, paternity drama, wedding planning, pig orgies, book stores, photographer shot to death - I can’t even remember all the randomness.
The biggest issue was that Evie was an awful character. She wasn’t funny, smart, sympathetic or even snarky or mean. She was just a whiny, spoiled brat of a woman who was completely uninteresting. She spent the whole book trying to find someone to prop up her privileged delusions and tell her she was right. She didn’t strike me as anything other than incredibly dull with a streak of grating. I feel like if I’d met Evie in real life, she’d be the person I’d avoid at parties bc I’d know I’d be trapped into a 45 minute dialogue about her imaginary problems or peccadillos. Ugh.
Big miss for me on this one.
*DISCLAIMER* I try to review books on their own merit or against the author’s other works. I recognize that it is not equitable or useful to compare emerging authors against long-established authors.