So I read this, the follow-up to "Something Borrowed", this morning. It follows narcissist Darcy after lifelong-best-friend Rachel steals her fiancé Dex. And while it was great to see Darcy's development as a character, I didn't feel like this book was quite as eventful as the last one. Maybe it's just that I find pregnancy to be less exciting than l-o-v-e. Still, Darcy holing up in London but not really knowing anyone didn't provide the same opportunities for learning experiences/drama as if she'd stayed in New York (where Rachel and Dex live). At least there's a happy ending.

Loyal, reliable Rachel, my best friend of twenty-four years, who always had my interests ahead of, or at least tied with, her own, had--WHAM! POW!--sucker punched me. Blindsided me. The surprise element of her betrayal was what burned me the most. The fact that I never saw it coming. It was as unexpected as a seeing-eye dog willfully leading his blind, trusting owner into the path of a Mack truck.