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routergirl 's review for:
Forget You Know Me
by Jessica Strawser
This book takes the classic BFFs-Growing-Apart and adds some twisty mystery. Liza and Molly live far apart, and are talking on Skype, when Liza sees an intruder in Molly's house. Exciting, right? What is happening? Why won't Molly return her calls? Liza, of course, panics, and drives with her maybe-gay friend Max to find out what's going on.
I couldn't buy into this one. I just couldn't, though I tried, and I really was curious about what was happening. But ultimately the characters lost me. I didn't like them much. The sister in law who snaps during stressful moments, the brother who is obliviously optimistic, the maybe-gay friend who talks to Liza like he's stepped out of a romance novel. Henry, the pilot, who apparently bakes cinnamon rolls for himself every morning... It just wasn't believable for me. I kept waiting for one of them to say, "Wait, seriously? You're a pilot, you travel all the time and yet, you bake cinnamon rolls every morning for one person? Like, you make the dough, let it rise, roll it out.....all of that? You know you can buy them in the pop cans, right?" When no one in the tale questioned these things, I found myself doing it for them, and they just...lost credibility I guess.
Solidly OK, if you can tamp down your disbelief and just ride the roller coaster.
I couldn't buy into this one. I just couldn't, though I tried, and I really was curious about what was happening. But ultimately the characters lost me. I didn't like them much. The sister in law who snaps during stressful moments, the brother who is obliviously optimistic, the maybe-gay friend who talks to Liza like he's stepped out of a romance novel. Henry, the pilot, who apparently bakes cinnamon rolls for himself every morning... It just wasn't believable for me. I kept waiting for one of them to say, "Wait, seriously? You're a pilot, you travel all the time and yet, you bake cinnamon rolls every morning for one person? Like, you make the dough, let it rise, roll it out.....all of that? You know you can buy them in the pop cans, right?" When no one in the tale questioned these things, I found myself doing it for them, and they just...lost credibility I guess.
Solidly OK, if you can tamp down your disbelief and just ride the roller coaster.