Eve Rosen is a terrible person. What I thought would be a story celebrating a love for storytelling while showcasing the grittier side of publishing and what it takes to create stories turned out to be a terrible coming-of-age story full of garbage, selfish characters and a plot that left me bored and angered.
Eve, in simplest terms, can fall for a man at the drop of a hat.
First it was Franny (what type of name is THAT), a shallow, rich Cape Cod man whom she slept with and then found out had a girlfriend.
Then, she moved onto Franny’s family friend, Jeremy, another pompous writer who created this “”””innovative and evocative”””” story about a teenage girl in Nepal who is a leper, the exact story a rich, privileged man shouldn’t write because we all know it’ll be a poorly researched story that can’t even begin to understand the complexities of being a teenage girl living in another country with a fatal disease.
After she moves on from Jeremy, she falls for her employer, Franny’s dad, Henry. Oh, and did I mention? He’s married.
Eve is the type of girl who I wish would just love herself, value her worth, and realize that when a man gives you an ounce of attention that doesn’t mean he’s the love of your life. Also, these men BARELY ever asked about her life, career, dreams, etc. throughout the whole story. Nope, instead, they spoke about their woes and their careers nonstop and she catered to their every need, but at least they were breathing near her, so it MUST be love. And so, this woman moves on from one man to the next in this close-knit group and family, wrecking havoc, relationship-wise, and then she has the audacity to make it seem as though she is the victim going through soooo much in her messy life.
What really got me was her relationship with Henry. What woman sleeps with a man, finds out he has a girlfriend and thinks, “Hmm, you know who would be a better man to move onto? His married father who is twice my age and is probably the same age as my own dad.” Just her internal monologue when having an affair with Henry was laughable when she claimed she could love him more than his wife can, and since Henry’s wife doesn’t pay enough attention to him, Eve doesn’t feel bad about fucking him. Um, that’s called being a home-wrecker. Girl, find a job and stop ruining households.
I mostly got through this novel because I was too far in to quit, and I wanted to add it to my Goodreads collection, but honestly, what a waste of time. Eve is a terrible person who wrecks families and relationship, idolizes men the moment they look at her for longer than 10 seconds, and she barely even grows as a person because she STILL isn’t working on or finishing a novel she’s wanted to write her whole life. She’s learned nothing from being around these arrogant authors who think they’re writing the next Great American Novel. God, I’m glad she isn’t a real person because I’d stay far from her toxic ass.