I enjoyed this book. It was easy to read mostly because the narrator, Shelly, seems to be such a simple-minded person. She wants a beach house with a Japanese toilet and she’s willing to fight for it. The problem I found with her narrative was that she oftentimes rambles on about things which really hold little meaning in comparison to the book’s entirety. At one point she even admits herself to be a weird person, which relieved me because I wasn’t the only one thinking it.
I truly believe the problem with Shelly is that she has far too much time on her hands, hence her obsession with getting a beach house. She continuously claims to have the arduous job of being a housewife, yet has both a dog-walker and housecleaner. The entire time I was reading this book, I was rooting for Shelly to get a job. For her to claim some independence and accomplish her dream of getting a beach house. Only, she doesn’t want to work, yet remains fascinated by the idea of being rich.
“I became a person who was having a party for which I had hired a party planner. If that wasn’t a rich-person thing to do, I didn’t know what was.”
I know this sounds a bit like a rant, but I truly did enjoy the book. Shelly is someone you root for, even if her reasoning isn’t always logical. She stumbles and doesn’t know what the right steps to take are, but she thankfully has people around to guide her. She’s a bit ditzy and begins talking to her dog halfway through the book, but you just kind of go with it. It’s a lighthearted novel to take to the beach, which I did. Plus, if you’ve ever wanted a beach house yourself, you may find this read very relatable.