The whole book is one big list. One big list. Ah! Joy! Bliss! Oh, and sometimes, there are nested lists. How fun is that? It was just so original to me, and the concept intrigued me.
It’s a list that tells a love story. Kind of. More like it tells everything that goes along with said love story. The ordeal before the first date, the hours and hours spent in front of the television after he’s broken your heart, the ex that spends the whole evening talking about another ex, and eventually getting back into the dating game.
It was a cute book, a good way to spend a couple of hours. There were parts of the list that I didn’t relate to all that well, but then there were the parts that screamed at me. You know, the things that are just so much like you that at all other times might very well be considered pathetic, but are written in such a way that you just laugh at it instead? Yeah, like this one (just substitute Smarties for Jelly Bellys, and that’s me):
532. Then one day, as you’re putting Jelly Bellys into color-coordinated piles, there will be a knock on your door.
533. Your first thought will be: It’s the police.
534. Your second thought will be: I’ve been watching too much CSI.
Like I said before, it’s a cute book. Definitely amusing if you have an hour or two to spare and don’t want to get into anything too deep.