I didn't adore Lucy Sullivan, I didn't want to be her best friend, and I didn't even fancy myself in love with any of the guys she dated. However, I fully expected to toss it aside after a few chapters with a frustrated but appropriately British-sounding, "Rubbish!"īut I didn't. Basically impossible to pass up, in my current state. I'm mildly obsessed with weddings at the moment, and this book not only has the words "Getting Married" in the title, but my copy ALSO features a bride in full wedding regalia riding a bicycle with abandon. Why did I pick up a 600 page book in a genre that, with the dazzling exceptions of the Bridget Jones book, has never once failed to disappoint me? Well, duh. For the other 50% (okay, okay, 10%) of you, here's my advice: next time you want something a little girly, a little romantic, something that'll make you remember a dozen funny and touching stories about your own dating history, pick up this book. After the last book (nonfiction, nature) induced some very realistic nightmares, I beat a hasty retreat into the genre furthest removed: British chick lit.Īnd at least 50% of you stopped reading my review after the last sentence.
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