Hi. Yes, hello. Is it socially acceptable for me to scream from the rooftop about how amazing this book was? Because that’s what I’d like to do. I think, quite honestly, this book is one of my favourite books of 2015. I’m a total sucker for “diary-esque” books, because I find them really witty and engaging. Bridget Jones’s Diary was one of my favourite books growing up (probably the second in the series, since I read that first), and this, in my opinion, was on par with that.
Albeit in a slightly moodier, less whiny sort of way.
Let me be the first to say I’ve worked behind a cash register since I was about nineteen. It’s torture. Slow, painful torture, and I connected with everything Suzie was talking about in an instant. Her life was my life, especially in the last year or so. I too had worked at a not great job for a number of years. I too sometimes dreaded looking elsewhere because that was such an effort, and that job was comfortable and easy and brainless… I get Suzie’s story 100%.
The writing here is snappy and clever. Witty. Samantha Ferguson is a ridiculously witty and hilarious author, inducing LOL moments alongside cringe-worthy ones in equal measure. There were a few over-the-top moments in the book, but hey, who’s to say they couldn’t happen? We’ve all had gross coworkers–and lifers who think there’s nothing better than that job. We’ve had pervy managers, nagging parents, and work commitments getting in the way of important life events. I mean, none of myroomies have ever brought home a prostitute, but it couldhappen.
What I liked most about this book was that Suzie sorted herself out in the end. Some heroic man didn’t waltz in and sweep her off her feet. When I first started reading, I 100% expected there to be some guy who’d show up, they’d fall in love, life wouldn’t seem so terrible, blah blah blah. But no. Things were shit right up until they weren’t. And I loved it. LOVED IT.
There were a few errors throughout the text, though I didn’t care. Yup. Grammar obsessive me was like NOPE MUST KEEP READING DON’T CARE DON’T CARE DON’T CARE. It was a grand ol’ time, and I can’t praise this piece enough. When I initially saw the price ($5 or so), I was like… Do I really want to buy this? But the cover drew me in, followed by the promise of a diary from someone who probably all but lived my life, so I sucked it up and spent the money.
So glad I did. I flew through this book, and I feel a lot of other readers will do the same. It was fantastic. FANTASTIC.
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