This was one book I enjoyed as I was reading it but liked even more as I was discussing it with my girlfriends at our inaugural book club meeting. If you are a New York girl in your 30s (as we all are), it will resonate. In non-linear vignettes, Andrea observes her own life and the people who come in and out of it.
At first, Andrea’s life seems a bit sad and lonely. She has no real romantic prospects, doesn’t care about her job, and has a somewhat dysfunctional family. In talking about these things she neither wallows nor is hopeful. It just is what it is. Perhaps it’s depressing and not likely something I’ll recommend to my Mom or some of my friends from home, but I guarantee any of my New York gals who have lived the hustle will greatly appreciate this book.
What I didn’t like was the way this book was marketed. The cover is FUN. I love it, but it looks like a light chick lit novel, not the sober, realistic book that it is. Also, it’s described as “wickedly funny”. I agree, this is a funny book – again, something I really realized as I talked it out with my girls – but it’s a dark, dry humor.
Branding aside, I really enjoyed the way the story was told. The peeks into Andrea’s life are told as she would be telling stories to friends. In one story she mentions her friend Matthew but gives no background on his character. Of course, we remember Matthew from another story that took place later but is told first. It’s not as confusing as it sounds and is a great literary device.
4 out of 5 stars.