This book is, in essence, a bit of well-written fan fiction of a literary character that most people don’t give more than a passing thought to. It isn’t high literature. It isn’t meant to teach us things about the human experience. But, sapphic love is great and needs as much representation as possible, so cheers to that.
An easy light read tailor-made for the beach with the obvious happy ending, but it took too long to get to the resolutions, relied too much on clunky dialogue, and did more telling than showing. Still, enjoyable for what it is: an easy light read tailor-made for the beach.
I’m not a total grump. I like some chick lit. Here’s proof! I like Liane Moriarty’s chick lit.
I honestly can’t tell if this is a great example of its genre (a genre I don’t like based on this example) or this book just isn’t that great.
I liked these characters. I was interested to see what was going to happen to them. I wish I knew them in real life.
It did keep me interested even if I pretty much figured out the shocking reveal early on (to be honest I had it pegged as one of two things and the thing it wasn’t is far darker and way more sinister than what it was, so I guess you should be glad I wasn’t the one writing this).