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A review by yousrabushehri
The Bookstore by Deborah Meyler
2.0
I am really disappointed with this book. I don't understand how its been getting good reviews. I really don't. The only reason I finished it was because I hate leaving a book unfinished once I've invested time on it.
Esme was an annoying, unrealistically romantic character who I wouldn't be surprised if she believed that unicorns that poop rainbows exist since that's as likely to happen as Mitchell waking up one day as a decent human being instead of the drama queen douche canoe that he actually is and aways will be.
I don't understand women who believe they can 'change' the man they're with. Why would you want to date or be with an asshole with the hopes of you inspiring the guy to wake up one day with the epiphany that he is a grade a A-hole. Do these women expect a Thank You card or a speech from the guy about how much he admires and cherishes her because she changed his life? How would you like it if a man dated you for the singular purpose of changing all the things he didn't like about you. Like he has a list of your characteristics that he wants to change. I don't know about you, but I want to be with someone who loves me just the way I am.
It's one thing if you actually like being in a relationship with an asshole, but it's just weird for me that some people actually stay with their significant other with the hopes of changing them 'for the better'.
Mitchell, has I have made it clear, is an entitled, drama-queen, momma's boy, with a silver spoon stuck up where the sun don't shine, and to top it all off, he's such a horrible partner. He's so damaged that I honestly couldn't find ONE redeeming quality about him. Nothing. He was just so...weird. One second he's this dirty talking guy who wants to do 'things' to Esme and the next he's talking about how much he values Esme's sense of 'innocence', whatever the hell that means...
I feel like this book was just a bunch of randomness stringed together by the overall story about a young english woman who gets knocked up by her horrible boyfriend. Everything the characters talked about and everything Esme thought -- her internal monologues -- were so random that I just didn't see the point of it. And as a 25-year old woman who isn't american but has lived in the US for four years for college, I didn't walk around with deep thoughts going through my head about life and the condition of man and how the snow falling looks like angel farts or whatever. I was getting on with my life. I was studying, being with friends, I was enjoying my time in the States without thinking about it too much. And I was a literature/philosophy/psychology student with a minor in Art History -- so I did my fair share of thinking. What I'm trying to say is, Esme didn't feel real. She wasn't relatable. She was just random. The most real thing about her was that she got pregnant and she was nervous about being a new young single mother.
I don't think I'll ever be rereading this book, but I'm glad I get to cross it off my TBR list.
I know my review is harsh and maybe unfair to some who actually liked this book, and I'm not saying that everything about this book was horrible. I really enjoyed the secondary characters -- even though they were sooooo odd -- and I loved The Owl. I just didn't connected with the book due to the main character(s) being such pains in my backside.
Esme was an annoying, unrealistically romantic character who I wouldn't be surprised if she believed that unicorns that poop rainbows exist since that's as likely to happen as Mitchell waking up one day as a decent human being instead of the drama queen douche canoe that he actually is and aways will be.
I don't understand women who believe they can 'change' the man they're with. Why would you want to date or be with an asshole with the hopes of you inspiring the guy to wake up one day with the epiphany that he is a grade a A-hole. Do these women expect a Thank You card or a speech from the guy about how much he admires and cherishes her because she changed his life? How would you like it if a man dated you for the singular purpose of changing all the things he didn't like about you. Like he has a list of your characteristics that he wants to change. I don't know about you, but I want to be with someone who loves me just the way I am.
It's one thing if you actually like being in a relationship with an asshole, but it's just weird for me that some people actually stay with their significant other with the hopes of changing them 'for the better'.
Mitchell, has I have made it clear, is an entitled, drama-queen, momma's boy, with a silver spoon stuck up where the sun don't shine, and to top it all off, he's such a horrible partner. He's so damaged that I honestly couldn't find ONE redeeming quality about him. Nothing. He was just so...weird. One second he's this dirty talking guy who wants to do 'things' to Esme and the next he's talking about how much he values Esme's sense of 'innocence', whatever the hell that means...
I feel like this book was just a bunch of randomness stringed together by the overall story about a young english woman who gets knocked up by her horrible boyfriend. Everything the characters talked about and everything Esme thought -- her internal monologues -- were so random that I just didn't see the point of it. And as a 25-year old woman who isn't american but has lived in the US for four years for college, I didn't walk around with deep thoughts going through my head about life and the condition of man and how the snow falling looks like angel farts or whatever. I was getting on with my life. I was studying, being with friends, I was enjoying my time in the States without thinking about it too much. And I was a literature/philosophy/psychology student with a minor in Art History -- so I did my fair share of thinking. What I'm trying to say is, Esme didn't feel real. She wasn't relatable. She was just random. The most real thing about her was that she got pregnant and she was nervous about being a new young single mother.
I don't think I'll ever be rereading this book, but I'm glad I get to cross it off my TBR list.
I know my review is harsh and maybe unfair to some who actually liked this book, and I'm not saying that everything about this book was horrible. I really enjoyed the secondary characters -- even though they were sooooo odd -- and I loved The Owl. I just didn't connected with the book due to the main character(s) being such pains in my backside.