This has been sitting in my drafts since I finished this book in June. I won't format this review like my usual ones. Heavy spoilers ahead, but reading this review/other equally scathing ones will save you the pain of reading this unsatisfactory novel.
My adult takeaway from this novel is managing expectations. We cannot be our perfect, idealized self, and others cannot expect us to be anything but ourselves. We cannot control how others behave, but we can control how we react to stimuli. Not ground-breaking lessons, but it's good to have reminders because I haven't learned this lesson and continue to have unrealistic expectations (bouts of delusion of grandeur) that impede my happiness.
Anyway, this book is a gigantic waste of time.
It's another book where the character realizes her life isn't all that perfect, and you watch her spiral. Another mirage shattered, whoopity doo.
Your fiancé? Oh, he'll betray you two weeks before your wedding, causing you to have a Menty B. Though, you should've realized he wasn't the one because one of your friends doesn't really like him. Also, your future mother-in-law regularly makes passive-aggressive remarks about your weight and economic inferiority. Furthermore, your future father-in-law is watching rugby and can't be bothered to have a conversation with you. Who wants to marry into that mess?
Sadly, you're not any more well-adjusted because instead of confronting your fiancé and your anger, you start to self-sabotage. You cut off, what seems to be, the only friend/meaningful friendship you have. You don't work on your job application to get promoted, even though you already work for the company and it's being handed to you. You binge on food. You're short with people.
Honestly, relatable, but I couldn't cheer on the main character. Please, just talk to someone. All your problems could've been solved by talking to someone, i.e., your fiancé. Why did you do it? How do we move on from this? Talk ASAP instead of delaying the inevitable and embarrassing yourself. You're seeking control with the wrong things. Stop substituting when the problem is the first and last thing you see every day, face-to-face.
I acknowledge that the fiancé is at major fault for betraying the character in the first place, for dropping this bomb at the most inopportune time, and for not taking more agency in the aftermath of his revelation. By more agency, I mean postponing the wedding and signing up for couples therapy. But the entire novel is from Piglet's perspective, so that's what I'm focused on and feel most strongly about.
Address the issue instead of having a pity party and waiting until after the wedding ceremony to publicly shame your husband. WHY WOULD YOU WAIT THAT LONG? Also, time and place, girl... You think you're doing your big one, but you're making yourself look unhinged. Absolutely diabolical behavior. Now you need to get your marriage annulled or a divorce. I hope you didn't invite any coworkers to the wedding because work will be awkward. That is, if you still have a job.
This trainwreck wasn't fun to watch. It's time to put your pride to the side. You can restart your love life. It will be difficult, but there is someone better out there. One that won't betray you, so don't worry about them telling you two weeks before your wedding. One who accepts you, grounds you, and doesn't make you feel inferior. One who has decent parents. If things don't work out, that's fine too.
It's a preventable trainwreck. She chose to careen herself and inflict this extra pain on herself. (Not me saying she was asking for it...) Confront him, call off the wedding, and have peace of mind.
The thing that pissed me off the most is that I don't know what the betrayal is. I was hoping the reveal would make it all worth it. No reveal. This is my 13th reason. Hand me a weapon that will end me most swiftly, pronto!
If the plot hinges on this betrayal and creates all this tension, it's not wrong for me to be nosy. I'm so unsatisfied. I've been edged too long! I want to shake the author and the editor.
Oh, not revealing the betrayal is brilliant. It doesn't matter what the act is; it's how she reacts that matters. (No one said this. I'm putting myself in a pretentious POV.)
No, the fuck it isn't!
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