I’m coming to the end of my comfort reading, not just because my initial stack has only two books left in it but because I’m starting to pick apart these books as I read. If my editor is back, it’s time to stop comforting myself. LOL
But for now, Forget Me Knot by Sue Margolis is here to brighten up your Monday morning. I first found Margolis with her hit Apocalipstick, a hysterically funny look at how to cope when your school tormentor grows up and matures, then comes back into your life.
Forget, is an amusing look at the complications of life when you discover your fiance is actually gay. Yikes! As the book opens, Abby is the owner of Fabulous Flowers, a flower shop she started from the ground up and is on the verge of hitting the big time with her endeavors. She is engaged to a man she thinks is all the tick marks on the box. Handsome, rich, considerate, snazzy dresser…then she finds him in the arms of his male lover. Oops.
Along the way we get little side plots regarding her best friends. One is a short Jewish fireball (cliché) who is afraid to tell her parents about her half black boy friend. She’s been playing up the half Jewish and a doctor angle (cliché) and doesn’t know how to fill them in on the rest. And then there’s the gay best friend who is fighting for custody of his dog from his ex, who just happens to be Abby’s ex-fiance’s lover. (cliché and unbelievably ridiculous.)
But despite these flaws, the book is still damn amusing, funny, and a great bathtub/beach read.
℘℘℘℘ 1/2 – This is another four and half page review. I read it quickly and happily. I have read six or seven other books by the same author, all are amusing. As a side note I love that in Forget there’s a scene where a film director, who’s renting the shop for his film, talks about his movie is a romantic comedy where boys meets girl, they start happily, there’s a misunderstanding that drives them apart, and then it works out in the end. He and Abby talk about how cliché it is. How every romantic movie goes that way but it works because people love both knowing and not knowing all at the same time. This is one of those books, a fun romantic cliché.
T.A. Henry 