I will be the first to admit that i hated Jennifer Weiner's novel, Good in Bed. I thought it sucked, but perhaps the content matter just wasn't for me. she reminds me a lot of emily giffin, in fact, this book mirrored love the one you're with in a lot of ways, but kicked its ass, quality-wise. in fact, i almost couldn't put this one down. well, i could, but i was having a little personal drama that was keeping my mind racing and occupied, so i could only focus on a novel for so long before i went into hysterics over-analyzing my own situation. but that is all sorted out now thank goodness, and i was able to finish this book in the peace and sanctity of a (cold! a breeze!) bedroom :) and it was a satisfying read. i had no idea who it would be or why or ????? as much as i like out-smarting the heroes in mystery novels, i really enjoy being lead on til the very end. these sorts of novels remind me of how exhilarating a good Nancy Drew book used to be when I was younger. i read all of the newer, paperback, modern Nancy Drews and most of the old hardcovers (my mom used to buy me those 4 packs of the old Nancy Drews that they sold all wrapped in plastic in the book section of Costco when I'd been especially good- i remember ripping into that plastic and cracking the hard plastic/cardboard spine and just knowing it would be a really good night filled with old windmills and adventures with Bess and dreamy Ned. oh those were the good ol days). now, nothing will ever replace the thrill and excitement of classic nancy drew literature, but this wasn't too bad..... a great birthday present from my sister-in-law, and i wish it hadn't took me so long to get to it.
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