In high school, the nicest boy liked me, but some terrible part of me just couldn’t like him back. I felt like I must be a bad person because how could I not want to just embrace this wonderful human and bask in his admiration? I’m really glad I didn’t fight my instincts on that – chemistry matters. I feel the same way about Bookishly Ever After. It’s a book that I just know is perfect for someone like me, but not me. Maybe I am that bad person – I mean, this should be my best read ever. It is just not. However, it might be your perfect book – it’s nice and sweet and loads of other people have crushes on it, so you might, too.
In a perfect world, sixteen-year-old Phoebe Martins’ life would be a book. Preferably a YA novel with magic and a hot paranormal love interest. Unfortunately, her life probably wouldn’t even qualify for a quiet contemporary.
But when Phoebe finds out that Dev, the hottest guy in the clarinet section, might actually have a crush on her, she turns to her favorite books for advice. Phoebe overhauls her personality to become as awesome as her favorite heroines and win Dev’s heart. But if her plan fails, can she go back to her happy world of fictional boys after falling for the real thing?
Like I said, I wanted to adore this book, but I just didn’t. That seems impossible because (1) it included short scenes from the books that Phoebe loved that I, too, would love! (2)it allowed her to get as dorky as I ever wanted to be – I longed to dress up as my favorite book characters for Halloween, and Phoebe does it! (3) there is a Bollywood dance scene (4) Phoebe fan-girlz like nobody’s business . . . I could go on. Phoebe’s life should have made an awesome read, but I was seriously bored. Why? I’m old. I just can’t read about the minutia of every encounter Phoebe has with Dev then read a full analysis of the situation by another teen and stay interested. It drove me crazy. I do think that an actual young adult would enjoy the book a lot more than I did. The main character is sweet and blind to what is really going on around her. Much of the miscommunication that complicates the action is exactly like my experiences with real life, and I think that reality is going to make this book believable and easy to relate to for young adults. But if you are an adult reader, I’m letting you know now that the crush encounter dissections go on for over 300 pages. It is like Sex and the City but minus the shoes and sex plus some knitting and Mr. Big if he were Indian and a bit of a dork. It exhausted me.
Especially since I brought up S&tC, I want to point out that this is a clean read, and it would be appropriate for grades 8+.
I received a copy of this book from the publisher via NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.