I would like to preface this review by saying that I had no problem with the writing in this book. The writing was stellar. That being said, let's get on with this.
The opening pages of Time Flies, by Claire Cook, held great promise, with the main character (Melanie) cutting up her marriage mattress. Loved the potential there for a fast, fun read. And when she and her friend B.J. set out on a road trip, destination high school reunion, I was expecting all kinds of craziness. But when Melanie turned into a whiny whiner, and B.J., who turned out to be a needlephoebe (someone afraid of needles...and yes, I realize that's not the proper medical term for someone who's afraid of needles), came down with crybabyitis, the story flat-out fizzled.
Okay, let's talk about the whiny whiner. Melanie doesn't like to cruise the freeway (understandable), she has an ex who done her wrong (but we never really get to the why, how, who, or what of it), and for three hundred long pages, we are forced to endure her love for Tab (soda pop, not a man). I kept wanting to pound my fists and scream, "C'mon, ditch the tab, pick up some Cuervo, and go raise hell at your reunion." Only the reunion fizzled too, as in never did happen. In fact, I think the reunion premise was just a tease. Instead, all we got for our efforts was a tattoo. Um, I mean the whiner and the crybaby got tattoos. Which didn't make a whole lotta sense, so I'm thinking it was filler material.
Then we have the thriller material, where Melanie and B.J. piss off a trucker and then...nothing. Oh, unless you want to count the e-mails passed back and forth between the whiner and some guy who convinced her to go to the reunion that never was.
To sum it up, Time Flies was full of clichés, not so full of fun, and really short on plot. If you ask me, Melanie and B.J. should have skipped the reunion, and Melanie should have stayed home and continued destroying everything her ex had ever touched. Now that would have been a fun read.