Not Just Gal Pals

After I finish a really a good book, a funk can set in. In the majority of cases, that's the end of the story. We're not getting any more, and frankly even if we did it wouldn't be as enjoyable as the story we got (unless you start dropping the character in increasingly outlandish scenarios until you finally run out of ideas and have to jump a sports car across the gap between two high-rises in Dubai and it's still not interesting enough). But there's always that feeling of wanting more. Book gluttony?

This is the rare case where I feel like I actually might have liked a little less? It's a good book, not bad by any means, but the dueling narrative approach (where we switch between main characters Blake and Jenny) actually feels a little oversaturated in this case. I enjoy getting both sides of the story, but neither character's dilemmas felt particularly fraught, daunting or even like they concerned them too much.

Legitimately I think the biggest crisis is that Jenny thinks she might run out of money but then doesn't actually even get that far?

This feels a little hypocritical for me to say, given how one of my more frequent nitpicks is when character flaws or drama just pop up out of nowhere, but I didn't really feel a lot of conflict in this book. That's not bad per se, but it means that switching perspectives between the characters mostly just reinforced the fact that there's not really any question they're going to end up together.

Am I seriously complaining about a happy ending? No, of course not! I do enjoy both characters, and the different set pieces (ribald Jane Austen bachelorette party, anyone?) are charming and funny. The pace never really slacks, and I'm interested to pick up the second book in the series. I just hope there's a little more there there, you know?