I technically started to read this book, but then started to skim, and then put it down. I’ll never finish reading it, though.
The movie was better at making the story more entertaining (seriously, it’s called an editor, people).
I wholeheartedly agree with this review:
As for the writing, the voices of both main characters were awfully similar. And Nick doesn’t seem to be written like a man thinks. Both go off on tangents and flashbacks in nearly each paragraph to flesh out the past, but it’s like too many side stories and they distract from the overall flow. I think, much like Amy, the author is looking for readers to recognize her amazing-ness though it often comes off like being cornered at a party by the person who is so into themselves and must try to sell you on how interesting they are while you nod politely and try to catch a lull in the conversation to extricate yourself. It’s long-winded, self-indulgent, and would be more entertaining if it wasn’t so busy trying to tell you how smart it is.
I do, however, like this passage from the book, and have heard it quoted in discussions on places like NPR. I think this is the best part of the story (thus, you don’t need to finish it):
“That night at the Brooklyn party, I was playing the girl who was in style, the girl a man like Nick wants: the Cool Girl. Men always say that as the defining compliment, don’t they? She’s a cool girl. Being the Cool Girl means I am a hot, brilliant, funny woman who adores football, poker, dirty jokes, and burping, who plays video games, drinks cheap beer, loves threesomes and anal sex, and jams hotdogs into her mouth like she’s hosting the world’s biggest culinary gang bang while somehow maintaining a size 2, because Cool Girls are above all hot. Hot and understanding… Men actually think this girl exists. Maybe they’re fooled because so many women are willing to pretend to be this girl.”
So, yeah, pass.