Chicklit romances are supposed to be about falling for the wrong type of man, right? Then again, maybe they’re about getting away from the wrong type of man and finding love in unexpected places. They’re supposed to include danger, risks, frantic kissing and sweaty, steamy love scenes that cause your underwear to come peeling off your body just by reading about it. Aren’t they?
This book isn’t.
Ms. O’Connell has once again blown a gust of fresh air across this genre. There’s romance but of a very tentative sort. It’s more of a coming-of-age story even though the heroine is way past her teenage years (because who really grows up while they’re in their teens?). The heroine is deeply flawed and so is her ex-husband. But she comes to an understanding about him, about herself and about her own viewpoint about the world.
I have to raise my glass to Ms. O’Connell for giving me a novel that’s wholly unexpected in its pay-off. It left me wondering and guessing after its final page and yet, somehow, I didn’t find myself frustrated. True, I wondered, “What happens next?” but it is mildly titillating filling in the blanks for myself.
There’s no clichéd happy ending, no crazed sex, no running into the sunset with the hot next-door neighbor she somehow never noticed before her husband left her. This is a journey for Abby and for the reader as everyone explores just what makes a happy relationship between men and women. (Here’s a hint: it takes two.)
“Insider Dating” is a reflection of life after the hearts-and-flowers parts hit the road. This is what happens when chicklit grows up and grows a pair. Not bad, not bad at all.