Month: November 2010
I loved the format of this book! You meet the two main characters, Dexter & Emma, right after their college graduation. Emma has had a crush on Dexter for quite some time and then he finally notices her as well. . .and then the next chapter arrives and it’s a year later. Every chapter is exactly a year later, and it’s fascinating because you get to see “the rest of the story” as you follow Dexter and Emma for nearly 20 years.
That said, I would be careful before recommending this book. There is a lot of swearing (though some of the swear words are British swear words and those always go right over my head). And there is a lot of talking ABOUT sex but no real sex scenes. That’s a fast way to realize that the author is male!
The ending was unexpected and I cried and cried. I had a crying-headache-hangover all day, but this book was worth it!
It’s 1988 and Dexter Mayhew and Emma Morley have only just met. But after only one day together, they cannot stop thinking about one another.
Over twenty years, snapshots of that relationship are revealed on the same day—July 15th—of each year.
Dex and Em face squabbles and fights, hopes and missed opportunities, laughter and tears. And as the true meaning of this one crucial day is revealed, they must come to grips with the nature of love and life itself.
I liked this book. It’s by the same author of P.S. I Love You, and it was a good story. I was a little frustrated by the beginning (when is she going to see him? when is she going to realize that no one else can see him?) but enjoyed the overall story.
The main disappointment is that there is not a Hollywood Happy Ending. It reminds me a little of P.S. I Love You in that manner. Everyone is a little better off, though, so I guess that works.
There is a little swearing in this book. I think that the F-bomb gets dropped at least once.
In her third novel, Ahern (P.S., I Love You and Love, Rosie) employs an imaginary best friend to breathe distinctiveness into an otherwise stereotypical Irish tale. Living in her own house in a small, posh Irish town, 35-year-old Elizabeth Egan is an uptight interior designer and adoptive mother to her six-year-old nephew, Luke, whose mother, Elizabeth’s 23-year-old sister, Saoirse, prefers boozing to parenting. Saoirse’s behavior reminds Elizabeth of a painful past—the alcoholic mother who abandoned the family, leaving Elizabeth to care for her baby sister and forgo her own childhood, and the emotionally distant, controlling father still waiting for his wife’s return. Unlike the other women in her family, Elizabeth adheres to a fastidiously well-ordered existence—no mess, no complications, no love. But all that changes with the arrival of Ivan, a goofy and spontaneous man intent on infusing much-needed fun and tenderness into Elizabeth’s frigid persona. The catch is no one can see this ageless man from the land of “Ekam Eveileb” save Elizabeth and her nephew. Through Ivan, Elizabeth becomes the woman she’s always been too afraid to be. He helps her reclaim the childhood she never had and, most importantly, to forgive those who have let her down.
This book advertises itself as a modern day Sense and Sensibility. And as you read along, you think you know where it is going. And you would think wrong. It is as if the author read the book or saw the movie, made it to the end and said, “No, no, that’s not it!” and wrote her own book to “fix” it.
There were so many things about this book I did not like. First, the F bomb is dropped. A lot.
Second, the ‘girls’ in this book were 48 and 50. It made for an odd Elinor and Marianne. Not a good fit.
Also, there was no happy ending for the mother. She really deserved one.
An interesting read, I am always interested in Austen re-do’s, but not my favorite.
A geriatric stepfather falls in love with a scheming woman half his age in Schine’s Sense and Sensibility–flecked and compulsively readable follow-up to The New Yorkers. ‘
Betty Weissman is 75 when Joseph, her husband of nearly 50 years, announces he’s divorcing her. Soon, Betty moves out of their grand Central Park West apartment and Joseph’s conniving girlfriend, Felicity, moves in.
Betty lands in a rundown Westport, Conn., beach cottage, but things quickly get more complicated when Betty’s daughters run into their own problems.
Literary agent Miranda is sued into bankruptcy after it’s revealed that some of her authors made up their lurid memoirs, and Annie, drowning in debt, can no longer afford her apartment.
Once they relocate to Westport, both girls fall in love—Annie rather awkwardly with the brother of her stepfather’s paramour, and Miranda with a younger actor who has a young son. An Austen-esque mischief hovers over these romantic relationships as the three women figure out how to survive and thrive.
It’s a smart crowd pleaser with lovably flawed leads and the best tearjerker finale you’re likely to read this year. (Feb.)
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Unfortunately, I think that the cover and the inside cover summary was better than the actual book. Here’s the problem. It’s slow. No, really, it’s ssssllllooooowwwwww.
Set in England, there is a whole lot of tea drinking and surface conversations. You know what’s coming. . .you can see it coming. . .you know it will happen soon. . .and finally you just start skimming. Okay, well, at least I did.
The ending held a few surprises (hooray!) and it was overall a good, clean book. But did I mention it was a little slow?