Llew's Reviews

I was just in the mood for something funny and sappy. This fit just perfectly.

When this first came out, I swooped it up incredibly excited to read it since I had really liked Sittenfeld’s first book. Or at least, I had adored the first half of, “Prep.” The ending was unsatisfying but I will forgive such things for a first novel.

However, I couldn’t even get past the first chapter of this one so I put it down and completely forgot about it. Until, the other day when a former co-worker raved about it to me while commenting that it had reminded her of me. Of course, she made this into an insult by saying, “The woman is just desperately searching for the man of her dreams.”

I might have never had a boyfriend until I was 26, but I had mostly been quite content with that. In fact, after deciding I actually wanted a serious exclusive relationship I began my current one within just a few weeks of tying up all entanglements. There was no long time of pining for a serious relationship. Pining, yes, but just because I do love a good long sigh while swinging my legs back and forth wistfully. However, I’m southern and my family is Mormon so the fact that I’m unmarried at 29, boyfriend or not, puts me into the category where I OBVIOUSLY desperately want to be wed but I am too useless to figure out how to catch me a man.

Even though the comment made me bristle, I went ahead and picked up the book. I just skipped rereading the part that had turned me off and started at Chapter 2 where my bookmark was. (I’m a mood-reader so it is very common for me to set a book down after a few pages if I’m just not in the mood for it. I’m kind of lazy because I figure there’s so many books out there that one has to fit what I want at that moment without me having to work for it by plugging through page after page even when I’m not enjoying what I’m reading.) Immediately, I loved it. I no longer take offense at what my former co-worker said because that main character was me. Not exactly, I’m not so hopeless relationship wise. However, I know I’ve thought and made some of those very same statements to myself and the running unconscious self depreciating dialogue is quite on target.

I have no idea whether this qualifies as chick lit though. Good gracious, I hope not. Not because I have disdain for chick-lit but if that what most of my inner dialogue is defined as I might be found out and forced to read Austen or some such non-sense.

*Shudders*

Oh, I loved this one and could kick myself for not having read it sooner (seeing as I’ve owned it for years now). I love the story of her courtship with her husband based entirely around food with recipes followed by explanations of, “This is just an excuse to eat mayonnaise.”

After reading so many reviews which proclaimed this book as “unputdownable”, I had to try out this book which caused someone over the age of ten to make up such a useless word. I don’t really get it. It wasn’t bad, but I wouldn’t create any words which make it seem as if I have an IQ under 40 for it.

I’m always a sucker for books with main characters I really relate to. Who would I relate to more than a woman who grew up and still works in a bookstore her father owns? Evidently, a lot more. This book was pretty – meh.

1. Bookstore and libraries need to take this out of their “young adult” sections PRONTO.

2. If I keep reading vampire books will I lose all respect for myself? Because, to be honest, I actually quite like a lot of them.

3. I feel as if I should take a shower after that last sentence.

A Warning: This is probably not the best book to read if you’re 29 or have just turned 30. Seriously.

“If there was such a thing as reincarnation, and she did come back, she just hoped to God she wouldn’t wind up in a third world country, where she couldn’t get fresh produce, or have access to good skin products, because if she couldn’t get her Merle Normal cold cream, she would just rather not come back at all.”