By Meg Cabot
“I’ve never enjoyed myself more than I have the past forty-eight hours, during which I’ve been trapped in a car with one of the worst drivers I’ve ever seen, run up the Spanish Steps and then down again so I could be on time to wait in line to perjuer myself at the American consulate. And I’d like to continue doing those sorts of thing with you on a regular basis for the foreseeable future.”
Every Boy’s Got One is another fizzy romance just like the previous two in the series. Again, it is written all in emails, and journals. I didn’t enjoy this quite as much as the first two. The use of the epistolary form was handled clumsily and lazily in this one, to the point that our heroine is transcribing a climactic conversation while it is happening and the hero is actually commenting on the font she is using. Self-parody on the part of Meg Cabot? Maybe. But if so, it was self-indulgent and maybe a whiff disrespectful to the reader? Maybe? I’ll give her the benefit of the doubt.
It was seriously lacking much of a plot. In the previous two, we had an almost murder mystery, mistaken Identity, quirky and funny secondary characters, vicious office politics, serious legal problems, and really bad people to root against. Other than the two protagonists misunderstanding and disliking each other at first and how they come to value each other and fall in love in the course of the book, there isn’t much to this one. All problems and conflicts are wiped away fairly easily and “off stage” albeit cutely. There was no anticipation of how a major conflict, conundrum, or misunderstanding was going to be solved. Also, the romance struck me as a mutual crush, rather than a great love. Ironically, this was based on Meg Cabot’s real-life elopement with her husband of 25 years!
That all said, it was cute and amusing, and kept me reading, chuckling, and engaged.
February 11, 2019