by Patience Bloom
A number of years ago, there was a particular book that was at the forefront of the chicklit craze. It was a simple story, actually, about the dates, sundry and various, that a young woman went on before she found Mr. Right. I heard lots of raves about it. I finally read it. I was not impressed. In retrospect, I should have realized at that point that I was not going to have a career in writing romance. I kept insisting on logic and rationale and common sense and unfortunately, those seemed to go by the wayside much too often. Now, fantasy, sure. But this is not that story.
This is about the life story about someone who ended up being a romance editor, who dated and dated and ended up marrying someone she knew from her high school days. It had a beginning that annoyed the shit out of me (whenever I read something along the lines of "Oh, I'm wasting my parents' money by chasing boys! Hohoho, isn't that amusing and you should laugh too," my first reaction is that said person should be slapped and then forced to repay, every single cent, that said person wasted in her education, because she obviously didn't learn a damn thing. Anyway), and if not for the fact that I was waiting for my next book to arrive from the library, I would have promptly thrown it back to the library. But I kept reading, and grudgingly, I have to admit that it got a little better.
Years of reading and editing tightly written genre fiction shows in this book, because it's well crafted, cleanly written (I could have done without the references to basically being an emotional idiot, and a stupid one at that, early on), tightly plotted, and properly ended with a happy wedding. It's not a bad book. It's not perfect, but it did its job in shaping the story of a woman in search of her own happy ending, and getting it. Good luck, Bloomie.
COMING UP: Asian Tales and Teller by Cathy Spagnoli, The Yokota Officers' Club by Sarah Bird, and after that, the latest Walt Longmire mystery by Craig Johnson. Hope your summer is a good one!