The Winning Formula
More
often then not I try to live by the credo, “if you have nothing nice to say,
say nothing at all.” Every once and a while I falter. Sometimes it’s outrage or
some other such sentiment that hurls my special brand of diatribe onto the
page. Having said that, I really liked
the cover of this book. There’s even a sort of May – September (definitely not
December) vibe that I was looking forward to. Just goes to show you –
book/cover and I get all judgy.
Perhaps
I was too many steps ahead of myself when I started this book. That’s all on
me. But seriously, I blinked and I’d finished the book and I was still missing
the story they were actually telling, which was so not the one I thought it would be.
It
started with the narrator getting all butt hurt when after a drunken night in
Vegas he wakes up married to his “straight” best friend/manager and said straight guy wants an annulment. Joey’s
internal lament that Drew doesn’t want to stay married evokes only one response
from me, “duh.”
The
bad to worse happens when Drew prompts a concussed Joey to go on vacation aka
honeymoon with him and travel via airplane. This was my cue to scream, “Google
brain injury!” But the real winning
formula here was Drew coercing a still recovering Joey onto jet skis,
despite Joey’s inability to actually swim. Effing love it.
On
the plus side there is the line about dreaming and clocks, which was great. And
I’m still willing to go on ad nauseam about that alluring cover.
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