This novel is deceptive for its “chick lit” genre. It was not at all what I expected. It starts out fun, funny and breezy, then takes a dark turn with a cancer storyline.
The MC, Jessica, starts out as the chick-lit staple of a confident, self-assured career woman, with a stable of good, loyal friends (with the exception of the heinous Kara), but Jess later devolves into a self-pitying, judgmental, hypocritical b*tch. It was especially galling in the beginning phase of learning about her sister’s cancer, when Jess then makes it all about Jess, Jess, Jess. Why didn’t Olivia tell Jess sooner? Why doesn’t Liv lean on Jess more? It’s all about “Me, me, me!” rather than putting the focus on her cancer-stricken sister.
I don’t know if it’s the author, the editor or the publisher, but for what is clearly a novel that takes place in Britain, populated with British characters, I felt the use of Americanisms extremely jarring. And, it wasn’t even one or two instances. Rather, throughout, American words (like sneakers) was used, or anything else that would be common knowledge in America (does anyone in Britain really know what the Beverly Hillbillies was?!). And of course the kicker was the continual use of referring to something that was priced in dollars. Uh yeah, without anyone knowing about it, Britain is now on the US monetary system!
I had to laugh at what was clearly an error in wording on one particular instance. “Bonsai” was used in place of what clearly should have been banzai or kamikaze. This occurred in the passage with the speed dating event Jess and Madeleine attended.
Finally, you just knew who Jessica would pair up with in the end. It was so obviously telegraphed, but I thought the author did an okay job laying the foundation of the pairing. I say okay because more romance needed to be developed before I could hop aboard that ‘ship. I saw the friendship moreso than I did the romance. [And as of this review, I’m still not sure how I feel about his “Seb” deception. From the beginning, I always felt there was something off about “Seb” and am glad I was vindicated, but I could see both sides of the whole deceit: it could be viewed as romantic, or crazily stupid and unforgivable].
Overall, I doubt this novel will stay with me, but it was a decent way to spend a day or so whiling away the hours.