*I downloaded a free copy of this book on Amazon and am voluntarily leaving an honest review. I'm sorry that it's probably too honest.*
TW: late stage miscarriage
Dear author,
Having someone fired over atrocious treatment isn't racist, or xenophobic, or "Karen-like behaviour". However, continuously mocking an immigrant's "ethnic" name, even after being told their actual name, is in fact pretty xenophobic, even if the person is being atrocious.
You know what the worst part of this might be? You wanna know what "Hagatha"'s oh so hard, oh so ethnic, oh so impossible to remember name was?
It was Helene.
HELENE.
Just one letter longer than HELEN.
This is how we start the book, so I was soured for the rest of it. I kept reading just to see where we were going and if, hopefully, someone would call this out, but nope.
No, actually, the worst part might be that Clair later remarks on her bitch of a mother-in-law's own racism. Going so far as to remark that if her MIL met her new friend, she would make fun of her "ethnic name". The lack of self-awareness was astounding.
Like I said, I was annoyed but I kept reading, and unfortunately, the story didn't redeem itself in any other aspect. I wish people would stop using the keyword "laugh-out-loud" to promote books because, it might not seem like it, but I love laughing! I would love for that to be true! But this 1000% did not make me laugh! This was a bummer! We spend all the book in Clara's head while she thinks she's too fat, too stupid, too ugly, too plain, too undeserving of everything she has, and so over and over, rinse and repeat.
I don't necessarily want characters who are perfect and happy all the time. It's relatable to be insecure and deal with low self-esteem and self-deprecation. We all do. But some authors seem to have issues drawing a line between "relatable" and "downright depressing". We all have enough of our own issues to come to a book and have to put up with a barrage of "my body is like this and it's obviously the worst body type", "I have mousy brown hair and I'm ugly and uninteresting", "looking like this means I lucked out with the person I ended up with".
Yes, at the end Caroline finally realizes some of these things are bullshit. But give me a break.
On top of this, we were constantly going back in time to get flashbacks of Carissa and Adam's story. This would be fine, except it was too much, all the time. The book starts with Candace standing at the spa reception in front of horrible Helene, and it takes two whole chapters for her to move from the spot, because she's reminiscing about how she got there.
Also, why are North American adults so... scared of swear words?? They're words. They're not going to bite you or send you to hell, I promise. The author didn't want to use the word FUCK or FUCKING, but she wanted her characters to be normal and say them. So we ended up with "f--" and "f--g" 🙄. Oh, and DINK instead of dick. Y'know, as one does.
So the whole plot is basically Clairie finding out her husband allegedly has a child with another woman whom he just went to visit and lied to her about, she fucks off to a hotel downtown, and some things happen to her, in the middle of all the reminiscing. She shoots him a text about it, she's unsatisfied with his reply, and she blocks him, effectively preventing him from communicating with her at all... which she then throws in his face.
There was a very valid and solid plot about losing a late stage pregnancy and all the grief that comes after, and not resolving that with your partner... but it was sadly lost among all the other stuff.
This book just didn't work for me, it didn't feel like a romcom at all, Clarisse's struggles were more pathetic or sad than funny, and the prologue was incredibly random, as it doesn't have a connection with anything that happens and you have to be like "so I guess that happened at some point...?"
Hope you appreciate what I did there with Claire's name 🙃