January 16, 2020
It should be illegal for this to have been a bad read for me.
Here are my reasons for this:
1) I found it in a used bookshop, which is cute.
2) I found it when I couldn’t stop reading books about bookstores, so. Also cute.
3) AND LOOK AT THE COVER! Cutest of all.
Yet here we are. With that sweet sweet one star rating. And a full page of single-spaced notes.
Everything about this sucks, but mostly because of two overarching, umbrella things that suck.
Firstly, there is no...feeling???
It’s very strange. Two people died, approx 327387219 people fell in love, serious injuries were sustained, accidents occurred, myriad breakups took place before our very eyes...and I felt NONE OF IT. I actually thought that our main character hated her father because of how little emotion her character conveyed when he died. (She adored him. That’s, like, the whole point of the book.)
There are about 80 separate love story plotlines in this. None of them get enough page coverage and about half are never even wrapped up. I forgot about a bunch of them and it sure as hell seems like the author did too. (Not helpful with the whole no-feeling-at-all thing.)
Secondly, men can do no wrong in this. (Bleh gag me with a spoon total full on nightmare UGH.) But it’s true. Every issue that occurs ends up being blamed on the woman half of these unfailingly heterosexual couples.
This was the most anti-feminist book ever. On top of the typical not like other girls stuff (which is already enough to stimulate my gag reflex), there is this pervasive thing throughout this book in which men are NEVER at fault.
A man accidentally impregnates his wife, then spends all his time at work and the pub and leaves her to do all the work? Her fault for being worried about the baby’s health since its birth. (Direct quote.)
A man in a relationship is lusting after the daughter of his dead friend? His girlfriend’s fault, for being...apparently too Parisian? (This does not make any more sense after being covered for 340 pages.)
A man won’t pay attention to his wife, and in fact constantly insults and shouts at her when she tries to speak to him? Her fault, because he has to commute to work in the city. (Again, doesn’t make any more sense with 340 pages behind it.)
This book is nonsense. So it’s like, maybe if the nonsense was covered in more detail, I’d be able to understand its nonsense language a little better...but it would still be nonsense.
Bottom line: U G H.
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HARD pass.
review to come / 1 star
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if there's a book about a bookstore i wouldn't want to read IMMEDIATELY, i sure haven't found it
Here are my reasons for this:
1) I found it in a used bookshop, which is cute.
2) I found it when I couldn’t stop reading books about bookstores, so. Also cute.
3) AND LOOK AT THE COVER! Cutest of all.
Yet here we are. With that sweet sweet one star rating. And a full page of single-spaced notes.
Everything about this sucks, but mostly because of two overarching, umbrella things that suck.
Firstly, there is no...feeling???
It’s very strange. Two people died, approx 327387219 people fell in love, serious injuries were sustained, accidents occurred, myriad breakups took place before our very eyes...and I felt NONE OF IT. I actually thought that our main character hated her father because of how little emotion her character conveyed when he died. (She adored him. That’s, like, the whole point of the book.)
There are about 80 separate love story plotlines in this. None of them get enough page coverage and about half are never even wrapped up. I forgot about a bunch of them and it sure as hell seems like the author did too. (Not helpful with the whole no-feeling-at-all thing.)
Secondly, men can do no wrong in this. (Bleh gag me with a spoon total full on nightmare UGH.) But it’s true. Every issue that occurs ends up being blamed on the woman half of these unfailingly heterosexual couples.
This was the most anti-feminist book ever. On top of the typical not like other girls stuff (which is already enough to stimulate my gag reflex), there is this pervasive thing throughout this book in which men are NEVER at fault.
A man accidentally impregnates his wife, then spends all his time at work and the pub and leaves her to do all the work? Her fault for being worried about the baby’s health since its birth. (Direct quote.)
A man in a relationship is lusting after the daughter of his dead friend? His girlfriend’s fault, for being...apparently too Parisian? (This does not make any more sense after being covered for 340 pages.)
A man won’t pay attention to his wife, and in fact constantly insults and shouts at her when she tries to speak to him? Her fault, because he has to commute to work in the city. (Again, doesn’t make any more sense with 340 pages behind it.)
This book is nonsense. So it’s like, maybe if the nonsense was covered in more detail, I’d be able to understand its nonsense language a little better...but it would still be nonsense.
Bottom line: U G H.
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HARD pass.
review to come / 1 star
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if there's a book about a bookstore i wouldn't want to read IMMEDIATELY, i sure haven't found it