I really tried to like this book. I really, really tried. And I know I’m not really in this book’s target audience, so that might be the reason. But I couldn’t get into it.
Let’s start with the good:
- The setting. As a Southern Californian girl, it felt nice to read a book set in LA. I could picture some of the scenes, as the setting locations were written pretty well. (However, I’ve gotta say that no one here in SoCal refers to the LA Metro as “peaceful.” Nor do we call the train stations “subway stations,” because they’re not underground. And I would have liked to see more detail about the Central Library. All we got were Lydia and Penny commenting it was beautiful.)
- The dialogue. It was somewhat okay, though it lacked in some ways (I’ll describe this later). But it was relatively easy to follow and it did establish some characters’ personalities, so I’ll give it that.
Now, the not-so-good:
- The pacing. It was very… off. Half the time, I had no idea where the characters were or what had happened. There were plenty of details missing, which is ironic considering that this book had too much telling and not showing (but I’m getting ahead of myself). I would’ve liked to see the pacing slow down so we could get to know the characters better.
- Too much telling, not showing. Lydia kept describing Fran as a “player.” All her friends described her as a “player.” But we don’t see that in Fran’s personality. In fact, we don’t really get to know Fran at all. We don’t even get to know her and Lydia’s romance. One minute, they’re inside Fran’s car, the next minute Lydia is telling us they’ve shared a few kisses. When? How did it lead up to that? Where is the typical happiness/positive feelings leading up to the first date and/or kiss? Where is the chemistry? I saw none of that here. And Fran does not come off as a player, no matter how much Lydia insists she is. She’s just... there. As I said before, the irony of telling not showing—yet still lacking detail anyway.
- Main reason I DNF is something that other people might consider so small, but the minute I noticed it, I couldn’t stop noticing it, to the point where I put the book down at 40%. Here it is: The characters couldn’t stop laughing. At nothing. And at everything. And at things that didn’t warrant laughter. Lydia laughed and kept laughing when Fran asked her about her favorite movie. Lydia and her friends laughed and laughed every time one of them talked when they went out to dinner. The characters would not stop giggling throughout the book. Out of curiosity, I looked up the word “laugh” on my Kindle and it shows up 184 times. 184!
Like I said, I’m probably not the target audience here. I get that. But unfortunately, I couldn’t get into it at all by the end.