I know I'm being a class-A b**** downrating a book that everyone's loving on GR- a book about empowerment; a woman coming out of a dark place and finding herself again and reclaiming her life- but I'm sorry I hated this book, and the message it conveys.
The minute I started reading this book, and the story started revealing itself to me, I knew I was going to hate this book. But naive that I am, I kept on reading, hoping things would get better, but they never did and I end up deleting it from my Kindle eventually.
I know this story is pure wish fulfillment, something all women desire, especially middle-aged women, who are bogged down with responsibilities and the pressures of life, and want to feel young and loved and wanted again. This is basically a fairytale for older women, and I would have loved it it it stayed dreamy, romantic and mindless like most chick-lit.
But this book was bogged down by so many nasty elements that kept steering this story into the toxic territory, and taking it in the opposite of the intended direction.
If you liked this book, look away. And if you are planning to read it, here's a lowdown of the reasons I hate this book so much:
1. Only a guy can make you feel happy:
So this was my first grouse against this book. A woman who was in an abusive relationship, and lost touch with herself, is supposed to find herself first. Maybe do so me 'eat, pray, love' kind of exploring; maybe some hot, no-strings-attached sex with random guys,; maybe revisit old memories and do things that made her happy once- anything actually, to push herself and build a new identity for herself.
My point here is, do anything that makes you happy, but make sure you are the epicentre of your happiness.
Do not depend on any guy to make you happy again.
Take charge of your life and run with it.
Therefore, I felt cheated upon reading that the heroine, after separating from her husband, ends up feeling happy again, for the first time after separating from her husband in the arms of the Hollywood hottie.
No, no, no!
That's the wrong way to go about it.
I can't stress enough how much I hate reading about heroines who depend on the heroes to make them happy.
And in this case, she had suffered because of a man, and yet, when she manages to get away from the abusive relationship, she runs headlong into the arms of the first hottie who lays his eyes on her.
No introspection.
No evaluation of her life choices that brought her to this point.
No assessment of what changes she needs to make in her life.
And, absolutely no fucking life plan as to what she wants to do with the rest of her life, except for making out with the Hollywood hearthrob.
Now, coming to the point number two why I hated this book.
2. You can't be happy if you aren't pretty
The message that this book conveys is:
Go to a salon, baby
and buy some self-esteem
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Coz unless you look like a filmstar, you can't feel pretty
Aain, I know this is wish-fulfilment, but I hated how the heroine's friend drags her to a salon and every inch of her body is primped and primed until she can't recognize herself in the mirror.
I think, over time, most women let themselves go, so I understand that looking like a diva might help with their confidence and self-esteem, but there's a difference between taking pride in your appearance and wanting to look like you just walked out of Vogue cover.
The pressure to look like that takes a toll on so many of us, so I would expect a woman who's lived a tough reality to be more level-headed and mature than that. I would expect her to give a tall middle finger to the shallowness of the society and do things for her own sake.
That is, if she should get dolled up because she wants to and not because her best friend says that she must look like a hot Hollywood diva to find herself.
Fuck such shallow friends.
I picked up this book because I wanted to read how the heroine rediscovers herself and reconnects with herself and find happiness in her own skin.
Instead, I got a crappy romance of the worst kind: love at first sight. If you have been reading my reviews, you'd know how much I hate them. I have no tolerance for that shit, even less when it involves a grown-up, supposedly adult woman in late thirties.
However, I loved the older woman and younger man angle. Probably, the only thing I liked about this book.