If you yearn for the days of British romcoms before romcoms were good, this is the book for you.
If you’re a Bridget Jones person over a Love Actually / Notting Hill / whatever, this might also be the book for you. Sorry, my vitriolic hatred of Bridget Jones is showing.
(The best British romcom, by the way, is About Time. I will not take feedback on this point.)
This one harkens back to a simpler day, before we cared about being nice to each other and bigotry of all kinds was just a little something we like to call “humor.” (End sarcasm.) Lots of really weird jokes about India where the punchlines are just accents and differing cultural norms. A white girl getting cornrows because she’s quirky. The usual.
Also a little bit of The Punchline Is People Who Worry About The Environment, which is very mid-2000s.
Another classic, in that both our main characters are in relationships and yet in love with each other, but it’s okay that they’re conducting emotional affairs because their respective significant others are kind of boring, an offense that means they deserve to suffer.
This is a boring plotline, which is offensive to me as well.
The guy main character, Quinn, is very rich and very hot but he needs a tragic backstory, too, obviously. This is addressed by having him sometimes be depicted as Not rich, even though at other times he inarguably is, and also by one of his ex-girlfriends being a monster (because she enjoyed taking selfies).
Bottom line: Was a time capsule recently discovered in England? Because I refuse to believe this was written this year.
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pre-review
when i picked this up, i thought, "oh, this'll either be a fun fluffy read or a complete dumpster fire of hatred and anger."
did not take me long to lean toward option 2.