It's unusual to find well-written chick-lit but Something Blue is definitely a good example of such. Predictable, the happily ever after kind of story, yes, but full of irony and good examples stereotyped lifestyles. I enjoyed the US/UK parallelisms in Darcy's life, I laughed at her visions of prince charming (aka Alistair) and overall I had a good time. It's a relaxed read that kept me company during long flights and hours of waiting at airports. Definitely worth a read for those who enjoy this genre and appreciate good use of the English language....Continua
This was a super easy read, much like the first book. However, unlike the first book, I found it hard to sympathize with Darcy and the situation she found herself in, mostly because I was not fond of her in the first book.
In Something blue the reader discovers that Darcy's best friend Rachel is not the holy Virgin one might have thought of…!!! Also, the reader starts to sympathize with Darcy because, finally out of luck, she starts to act ...
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So after reading “Something Borrowed” (and LOVING it in spite of myself), I figured, well now I have to read “Something Blue”. The freakishly obnoxious b*tch from the first book is obviously going to get what’s coming to her in the sequel and frankly, the devil in me is just in the mood to read about it. Unfortunately this is not how “Blue” plays out. To be fair, any book that is published with the chick lit logo is going to have an impossibly perfect, Bridget Jones becomes the princes bride ending so I should’ve managed my expectations accordingly. But Giffin does such a perfect job of creating the quintessential character everyone loves to hate (Darcy) in the first book, that my cup of loathing runneth over upon starting the second book and no matter how much Darcy grew up, I still wanted her to end up deformed and talking with a keyboard a la Stephen Hawking. But like I said, this is chick lit so obviously this does not happen. Rather, in “Something Blue” we get the rest of the story from Darcy’s perspective, which ends up being one of the more irritating and whiney narratives I have ever read. For 200+ pages the reader is treated to a diatribe of “poor me poor me, I’m Malibu Barbie” only to be followed up with 100+ pages of incredulous poppycock that quite honestly had my eyes rolling into my head so often I’ve memorized the pattern of veins in my lids.