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Hey Ladies!: The Story of 8 Best Friends, 1 Year, and Way, Way Too Many Emails
by Caroline Moss, Michelle Markowitz
I should known better than to read this book. My sister handed me her copy, saying ominously: "Don't give this back to me when you're done with it. I don't even want it on my shelf." (Feel free to read her review right here.) But I had heard about it on a podcast I especially like, and so I forged ahead.
Do yourself a favor and don't ignore your sister when she tells you something. This is an epistolary novel for the new generation, told in emails, texts, and tweets from the perspective of a group of "friends" planning a bridal shower and a bachelorette party. And bloody hell are these women the absolute worst. To a person, they are selfish, immature, and seemingly completely uninterested in actually maintaining any sort of relationship with each other. It grates on my soul that the subtitle of this book could dare to say "The Story of 8 Best Friends", because Best Friends are sacred and remarkable and profoundly essential in a person's life. Best Friends make an effort without being asked. Best Friends compromise, and trust, and maintain a level of intimacy even when things get hard and life starts getting in the way. Best Friends know when its okay to make jokes and know when its vital to keep secrets. Best Friends are unicorns, not the succubi that the women in this book are. I get that this is supposed to be critique on wedding culture in 2018, but my god, I don't remotely recognize any of my friends (or any of my friends' friends or any of my female family members or coworkers or any human I've ever even passingly interacted with for that matter) in any one of these paragraphs.
This book could have been comedic, but instead, all it ended up being was distasteful. If you think this is what friendship is supposed to be, please get new friends. At the end of the day, I ended up not wanting this book on my shelf either.
Do yourself a favor and don't ignore your sister when she tells you something. This is an epistolary novel for the new generation, told in emails, texts, and tweets from the perspective of a group of "friends" planning a bridal shower and a bachelorette party. And bloody hell are these women the absolute worst. To a person, they are selfish, immature, and seemingly completely uninterested in actually maintaining any sort of relationship with each other. It grates on my soul that the subtitle of this book could dare to say "The Story of 8 Best Friends", because Best Friends are sacred and remarkable and profoundly essential in a person's life. Best Friends make an effort without being asked. Best Friends compromise, and trust, and maintain a level of intimacy even when things get hard and life starts getting in the way. Best Friends know when its okay to make jokes and know when its vital to keep secrets. Best Friends are unicorns, not the succubi that the women in this book are. I get that this is supposed to be critique on wedding culture in 2018, but my god, I don't remotely recognize any of my friends (or any of my friends' friends or any of my female family members or coworkers or any human I've ever even passingly interacted with for that matter) in any one of these paragraphs.
This book could have been comedic, but instead, all it ended up being was distasteful. If you think this is what friendship is supposed to be, please get new friends. At the end of the day, I ended up not wanting this book on my shelf either.