I read a review of this new(ish) book a few weeks ago, but I can’t remember where. This has been happening to me a lot lately. I show up at the library, and there is a stack of books that I’ve requested, but none of them sound familiar.
Jennifer Close’s first novel is about three (or maybe 4?) girls in their late 20s. They all went to college together and now live in either NY City or Chicago, are struggling to make ends meet, are going through unsuccessful careers/relationships, and are in the midst of the “everyone I know is getting married and I’ve been a bridesmaid about a million times now” years.
The concept, the plot, and the characters aren’t anything new. The writing isn’t particularly great. The men (or women in fact) aren’t memorable. In fact, I’d be hard pressed to tell you which one of the 3 (or was it 4? I really can’t remember.) was which and don’t even ask me who she was dating.
Still though, I read this book in just a few days. Which means that either I’m a really fast reader (I am) or I really liked it (I…did?). Honestly, I don’t know what I thought of it. I read it, I liked it, I moved on.
So that concludes what is probably the worst book review ever written. You are free to roam about the cabin.