However am looking forward with great anticipation to reading and unlocking the secrets hidden in the books in the series.
Completing my list series on Strong Female Friendships in Romance, we take a look at Contemporary Romance.
Friendships tend to abound here but so do awful stereotypes about women outside these tight knit circles. Those won't make my list.
Here are some wonderful Contemporary Romance with strong female friendships for your reading pleasure!
My lists are never in any particular order.
To vote for the best of the best of Strong Female Friendships and get even more recommendations, go to my Goodreads Board: Contemporary Romance with Strong Female Friendships.
If you missed the other lists in this series, be sure to check them out!
We hope you have enjoyed our presentation of Attachments: A Novel by Rainbow Rowell says the audiobook reader at the end of the book.
No. No, I really haven't. Thank you, though.
Hello, I am the Lone Dissenter.
I am here to say that I know what this book should have done for me and why I should have completely loved it. I know why it appeals to everyone else and their sisters. I get all that. And yet...
See, here's my problem: This book runs parallel to my back-then life; the characters are my age, I lived through Y2K in a very similar fashion, I've done the e-mailing daily conversations to work friends in the late 90's, I've both e-stalked someone and given them all the attributes I wanted them to have and then fallen in love with the creature I created in my head and I've had it done to me (which resulted in real, actual stalking and was scary as hell), I've spent time in Nebraska (waaay too much time), I've stopped my life to live for someone else, someone who didn't love me like I loved him...everything in this story was incredibly relatable when seen through the goggles of my own history.
And I hated it.
I think maybe I'd have liked this had it actually been written in 2000 and had I read it then. Maybe I would have found it sweet and not unhealthy. Had this come out around the same time as Bridget Jones, I'm sure I'd have gobbled it up as a read-alike and been completely delighted.
It's too late for me, though. It's not too late for all of you who have not become cynical, bitter curmudgeons, for those of you who still think someone counter-stalking their stalker is romantic, for those of you who don't need their characters to have self-worth or to be strong or to not be unknowingly beautiful. For those of you who wonder why Beth and Jennifer don't have any other friends.
I thought chapter 88 was going to pull things around, put it all into perspective. (view spoiler)
It didn't work out that way and I was left disappointed.
This wasn't the story for me. It was and is, however, a wonderful story for many other readers and I appreciate that.
Because this is only a prequel, there won’t be a “full” review for this.
I don’t usually like prequels, especially when I haven’t read the first book. Still, I feel compelled to read them because it chronologically comes before the first book, and…yeah. It’s an addiction of a kind, although it usually results in a low rating. But this one? This was actually good. I was given a taste of Delany’s writing (which is great!), and a little introduction to the characters and I really enjoyed that. It was pretty plotless, as far as things go, but I already have inklings about what might happen, what I hope will happen, etc, and that’s…kind of exciting, actually. This short little prequel succeeded in getting me excited to read the first book in the series, which is exactly what it should do, and I might just bump this one higher up on my to-read list. (Even if the title to this prequel is a little ridiculous…)
So, this was a pleasant surprise! I don’t usually enjoy prequels at all, and don’t feel like they give me enough to go on to actually feel excited about a book, but this one exceeded my expectations. It felt about as good as a prequel could possibly get, and it feels good to say that. Definitely read it if you’re planning on reading 13 to Life.