You know, I'm not certain what exactly I was expecting, but I don't think I was expecting what Love Fortunes and Other Disasters turned out to be. I wYou know, I'm not certain what exactly I was expecting, but I don't think I was expecting what Love Fortunes and Other Disasters turned out to be. I was expecting cheesy, and there was, indeed, a good amount of cheese. Some sap, too. But there were some interesting points made throughout the story about fate vs. choices and effort, and a rather unexpected exploration of self worth and love. In the book, there are two communities, the Spinster Villas, and the Bachelor Villas, where those "destined" to have a loveless life go to live. At the villas, they take on the harsh stereotypes of adults who were never able to find love: all the spinsters have a million cats or are super eccentric with their appearances or become dowdy because that's what they feel HAS to happen. The men are immature or brash and all complete slobs. And the villas themselves are run-down and crappy and often smelly, but nobody ever says anything, because they feel like that's what they deserve. The librarian spinster friend mentions that she won't ever visit with the people she met while traveling years ago, because now that she's officially a spinster, she has such a different life from them and wouldn't want to bother them. She says specifically that her friends probably wouldn't even recognize her now as the girl she used to be, which is awful. Why should some label like that change you so much? Why should it define who you are, who you become? In real life, we don't have the same black and white definitions of these labels, but they exist. Are we letting them define us? Are we letting the label bully us into thinking that because we aren't in a relationship, we are less than? I guess this really stuck out to me because I refer to myself as a spinster sometimes, because all my friends/peers are married and having children and I'm the last one to find a meaningful relationship.
Back to the book. Aside from these broad themes, this book wasn't very deep, which I think was the most disappointing for me....more