If literature could be compared to the some kind of fluff, Something Borrowed is the kind of fluff you pick off your clothes after removing them from the dryer. Or the kind of fluffy fur on Pomeranians. You look at it, touch it, feel and relish the fuzziness, and then instantly forget it. But what better way to hack down and murder stress demons than by spreading apart the covers of Something Borrowed and allowing the juicy plot line of a love triangle where a girl is sleeping with her best friend's fiancee ooze out over the pages you are trying to hide behind The Wall Street Journal since you are reading in public. Wow that sentence's length far exceeded what is appropriate.
At a certain point in any reader's life, they are bound to get sick of serious Russian novels (don't worry, I'm not doing any Tolstoy bashing here) and classic literature forced upon them in high school, as those genres are much less apt to mercilessly remove stress, often doing just the opposite. Of course, classic literature comprises an immensely important place in society in my oh-so-humble opinion, but novels like Something Borrowed are, though perhaps to a lesser degree, vital.
I remember well the day I watched Something Borrowed, the film based on the book, in case you couldn't use your keen sense of reasoning to figure that one out. It seems every time I am on a transcontinental flight lasting the lifetime of certain insects, cosmic forces come together to plot against me by making all of my inflight movie options the one-star crap that should have gone straight to DVD if it didn't already. Yes, I am insinuating that the film version of Something Borrowed is not a high-quality film about to skyrocket to the top of any critic's must-see list. It falls neatly into the same category of entertaining but forgettable. Yes, that is officially a category. Back to the point, I ended up watching Something Borrowed en route from Spain to Denver. I figured I'd at least improve my language skills while the melted cheddar-cheesy plot rotted my brain by changing the language to Spanish.
For those of you who haven't seen the movie or read the book, here's a brief synopsis: Rachel and Darcy, best friends from their early youth, find their friendship jeopardized when Rachel sleeps with Darcy's fiancee, Dex. And then, OMG, Rachel and Dex actually fall in LOVE! Oh woe is me. Should she continue to be Darcy's right hand woman or follow her heart? Oh the dilemmas... sounds like an episode of Maury Povich. Who doesn't love a good love triangle? Or love rhombus in this case (they are much more interesting than love squares), since one of Dexter's friends is hot for Rachel. Woah, plot twist!!
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| Total besties!!!! |
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| Totally in love!? |
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| Or....are they?? |
People who should read this book are shameless women looking for a stress-free, quick, entertaining and comical read and who aren't afraid to attract a couple of looks from strangers questioning their IQ. Seriously, I wish I could have snapped a photo of the way people's faces scrunched up in disapproval when I showed them what I was reading. In all frankness, I can't think of a single man who would enjoy reading Something Borrowed, but I've been wrong before. And yes, I admit shamelessly that I will be reading the sequel. I bet you can guess the title... Something Blue. Seriously.
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| You're reading WHAT?? |
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