All about a hip young woman, her cool job, dependable best friend, and love-life turmoil: Bloom’s second is still the kind of book that gives chick-lit a bad name.
It’s almost love at first sight when Molly and Liam meet in LA—and why not? Liam is gorgeous, an up-and-coming rock star, romantic and honest, and Molly is a struggling artist and all around good girl. Two years later, Molly is leaving Liam in a hospital and driving to her parents’ place in Idaho. Flashbacks give us the whole story of what comes after that first love: many sweet moments and romantic gestures, but also a lot of disappointment for Molly. Liam’s perfection is haphazard and too often augmented by some kind of illegal substance. His low-level drug abuse becomes more serious when he almost overdoses, and Molly can’t take it anymore. In Idaho, she recuperates, reconnects with her fabulous family, and even decides to open a boutique in LA where she can sell her funky jewelry. Now, if only she could stop crying about Liam (he’s somewhere in rehab) and figure out why she keeps throwing up (uh, huh), she could get back to LA maybe sadder but at least restored. Does she deserve better than a drug-addicted boyfriend, whose promises of rehabilitation become emptier as the years go on? Sure. But should Molly turn her back on true love, her soulmate? That’s harder to answer as decisions for Molly become increasingly muddled by her well-meaning family. Plenty of good work has come out of this (dare we say) genre, but Bloom’s stab misses the mark—lacking the humor, style (in spite of references to cashmere sweaters aplenty), and endearing characters (here, they all talk and act the same here) that make other chic-lit titles such guilty pleasures.
Hipster chic can’t save this one from mediocre prose and poor plotting.