I’m not sure why exactly I picked this one up. It was on the Reader’s Pick shelves at the library. The cover is this really appealing green with yellow letters. Modern Lovers by Emma Straub. Her name was vaguely familiar. I had read something about her recently or read an interview with her maybe….
Told from multiple points of view, which is super fashionable right now, this book is…trendy. Book clubs, lesbian couples, the straight laced boy corrupted by the wild girl, the husband being duped, the couple that is only happy when things are in crisis. Nothing new or genre breaking. Maybe that’s why even though I laughed in places, I enjoyed reading it, it left no lasting taste in my mouth. I read it slowly over the course of 10 days. And I’m not sure if the kiddo hadn’t gotten sick I would have finished it at all. If I am reading a book slowly it is because nothing in it compels me, speaks to me. It all felt predictable. It was all tied up in a neat little bow at the end.
℘℘℘ – Three Pages. Perhaps I am just not the ideal audience for this book. I neither tired of my marriage nor have I abandoned my dreams.