It took me 80 pages to get a taste for exactly what was cookin' here...and then it was...
- Rowell isn't shy with profanity or substance references. I'd go so far as she serves both out in generous measure. This isn't to my taste.
- I found the protag unlikeable. It isn't because she is flawed or because she is a she-jerk (although she's both), it's because, try as I might...I couldn't find any part of me that wanted to root for her.
- Not only that, I didn't like the protag's friends (they're jerks too). And the one person I sorta liked (yup, only sort of), was the semi-jerk the protag was crapping on. Eep.
- We are repeatedly told some of the characters ARE funny; "fact" (they even make a living being funny, apparently). But I didn't find them amusing. At all. This could be like Seinfeld and white chocolate, where a lot of you folks are crazy about it but I just can't seem to find it as enjoyable...Is it? Is Landline white chocolate? It's not even really chocolate, you know.
- I liked the mannerism descriptions.
- I really wanted to know what happened, though.
- And I liked the ending.
- And magical realism? I'm fine with it.
- But I was not wow-ed. Sorry, all. I'm priiiitty confident Rowell-fans are not going to be dissuaded by one underwhelmed hume. When Rowellovers fall, they fall hard!
- If you're new to Rowell, maybe start with another one of her books and return to this one.