Full disclosure, I didn’t actually finish this book, on account of being wildly disappointed. Having just had a friendship break down that truly upset me, I thought it might be more useful or enlightening. Unfortunately, I found the author clutching at straws to fill the pages.
The content was relevant in the way that anything is relevant if you can explain the connection, however loose it may be. And a lot of the stuff was … loose.
The author alludes to ‘Hollywood ideals’ of female friendships far too much, which, while understandable, insults the intelligence somewhat. She assumes that we are all disappointed when our friendships fail to be like ‘Friends’ or ‘Sex in the City.’ DUDE, I never even watched those shows, and I’ve never (especially growing up in a country town in Australia) been disappointed that I’m not skipping through the big city in stilettos, sharing sex stories with my giggling girl pals! 🙄
I think the subject of this book is important and not talked about enough, but I just didn’t get from the book what I wanted to, nor was I positively surprised by what I did get. The cover is misleading (like so many are) and I just didn’t find the information interesting. It had potential in the beginning, but then quickly declined (for me).
I believe the author would have been better off choosing a specific field of female friendship (for example, one friend ending the relationship/the narcissistic friend/friends for different occasions) and researched extensively on that. Instead, the book feels like an attempt to make almost everything in the world relevant to female friendship.