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A review by marlireads
The Saturday Supper Club by Amy Miller
Did not finish book.
DNF @28%
I just hate miscommunication tropes, so this was definitely not for me.
The writing’s not that great and I absolutely have no clue what the characters are about, but simultaneously hate them. I don’t know how that works...
There’s self-hate, girl-hate, (I suspect) cheating and even a child, miscommunication, or rather non-communication, and general selfishness and douchebaggery of multiple characters. Not for me.
These are the literal notes I made as I went on and read the 100 pages I was able to stand before I thought: ‘this is enough, I’m not enjoying myself’.
Why is she thinking out loud when she’s alone? You’re in a book. You don’t have to say certain things out loud, because we are already in your head...
“It might sound sappy, but Joe had galloped into my life and flung me into his white stallion when I was at my absolute worst. He deserves my complete and utter devotion.” Yes, but only in a healthy way and when we’re talking about cheating. Not because he’s being an angel and you feel like you owe him because of that.
“One night, after watching a film snuggled up on Joe’s sofa, listening to the sounds of the overground train rumbling by outside Joe’s window, we slept together. I’d kept my eyes open because when I shut them Ethan appeared on the backs of my eyelids. But I knew I had to get on with my life now Ethan was gone, and Joe was perfect; he already knew me inside out.”
I’m getting emotional cheating vibes... Also Joe sounds creepy...
Really? We’re just not gonna clear up why he all of a sudden left you three years ago before opening the door for the rest of the guests?
“Even though I had on my new dress I felt drab in comparison and self-conscious of my overly bright hair. She was the type of girl who could wear a sack and still look good. I wasn’t.”
Self deprecation. Nice.
OK so why is he doing a headstand in the middle of the living room again?
And again, the-we-weren’t-able-to-breach-the-topic-of-why-you-left-because-we-were-interrupted-thing happened. God, if you don’t talk about this within this weekend, I swear I'm throwing my e-reader against a wall!
“Did she ever give up? God, she was one of those women who couldn’t relax unless every bloke in the room was drooling over her.”
Yey! We’re girl-hating now...
Next stop: not telling our current boyfriend about one of the guests being an ex-boyfriend, because why did we need to hide that again? Oh, right, because we’re kind of in emotionally cheating territory.
“Dressed in denim shorts and the striped blue-and-white T-shirt, Daisy looked fantastic. She always did. Even when she’d had a sleepless night with Benjamin, she was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, as if she had just inhaled a pint of wheatgrass juice. Her hair was shiny enough to reflect the clouds, her skin had mother-of-pearl luminescence and her figure was straight and lithe and had the fantastic tone of someone who spent hours in the gym. Mine, on the other hand, had too many curves to keep track off.”
Why are we comparing and downplaying our own looks again!?
Oh no!... Don’t tell me her nephew... No! Is he?...
I threw my e-reader against a wall...
Oh, and apparently Ethan has gone out with Maggie before even checking back in with Eve... That date was apparently more important than explaining about your sudden departure out of your ex girlfriend’s life three years ago while she didn’t even know whether or not you were alive or not?
So, yeah, that was that.
I just hate miscommunication tropes, so this was definitely not for me.
The writing’s not that great and I absolutely have no clue what the characters are about, but simultaneously hate them. I don’t know how that works...
There’s self-hate, girl-hate, (I suspect) cheating and even a child, miscommunication, or rather non-communication, and general selfishness and douchebaggery of multiple characters. Not for me.
These are the literal notes I made as I went on and read the 100 pages I was able to stand before I thought: ‘this is enough, I’m not enjoying myself’.
Why is she thinking out loud when she’s alone? You’re in a book. You don’t have to say certain things out loud, because we are already in your head...
“It might sound sappy, but Joe had galloped into my life and flung me into his white stallion when I was at my absolute worst. He deserves my complete and utter devotion.” Yes, but only in a healthy way and when we’re talking about cheating. Not because he’s being an angel and you feel like you owe him because of that.
“One night, after watching a film snuggled up on Joe’s sofa, listening to the sounds of the overground train rumbling by outside Joe’s window, we slept together. I’d kept my eyes open because when I shut them Ethan appeared on the backs of my eyelids. But I knew I had to get on with my life now Ethan was gone, and Joe was perfect; he already knew me inside out.”
I’m getting emotional cheating vibes... Also Joe sounds creepy...
Really? We’re just not gonna clear up why he all of a sudden left you three years ago before opening the door for the rest of the guests?
“Even though I had on my new dress I felt drab in comparison and self-conscious of my overly bright hair. She was the type of girl who could wear a sack and still look good. I wasn’t.”
Self deprecation. Nice.
OK so why is he doing a headstand in the middle of the living room again?
And again, the-we-weren’t-able-to-breach-the-topic-of-why-you-left-because-we-were-interrupted-thing happened. God, if you don’t talk about this within this weekend, I swear I'm throwing my e-reader against a wall!
“Did she ever give up? God, she was one of those women who couldn’t relax unless every bloke in the room was drooling over her.”
Yey! We’re girl-hating now...
Next stop: not telling our current boyfriend about one of the guests being an ex-boyfriend, because why did we need to hide that again? Oh, right, because we’re kind of in emotionally cheating territory.
“Dressed in denim shorts and the striped blue-and-white T-shirt, Daisy looked fantastic. She always did. Even when she’d had a sleepless night with Benjamin, she was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, as if she had just inhaled a pint of wheatgrass juice. Her hair was shiny enough to reflect the clouds, her skin had mother-of-pearl luminescence and her figure was straight and lithe and had the fantastic tone of someone who spent hours in the gym. Mine, on the other hand, had too many curves to keep track off.”
Why are we comparing and downplaying our own looks again!?
Oh no!... Don’t tell me her nephew... No! Is he?...
I threw my e-reader against a wall...
Oh, and apparently Ethan has gone out with Maggie before even checking back in with Eve... That date was apparently more important than explaining about your sudden departure out of your ex girlfriend’s life three years ago while she didn’t even know whether or not you were alive or not?
So, yeah, that was that.