Helen Bradshaw is in a dead endish kind of job (she's an assistant to a tyrant) and has two really good friends (Lizzy and Tina) and an okayish relationship with her parents.
Instead there are just a bunch of things that happen and then the book limps off to a happish ending. There is no scales falling from her eyes side of the road moment though. Without realizing it, she's the female version of her jerk of a father. The same thing happened with "Getting Over It." It used to be a favorite, but I realized that the main character (Helen) is a jerk to her friends and to people she dates. I think that "Running in Heels" was interesting though on a re-read I realized how problematic it was. Then she disappeared and I fell into like/love with other authors. She was one of my go to chick lit authors. The same thing happened with "Getting Over It." It used to be a favorite, but I realized that the main character (Helen) is a jerk to her friends and to I read this in between Halloween reads last week and just forgot to update and publish a review.
I read this in between Halloween reads last week and just forgot to update and publish a review. Turns out getting over it isn't going to be quite as easy as she thought.more Her pushy mother is coming apart at the seams, a close friend might be heading toward tragedy, and, after the tequila incident, it looks as though Tom the vet will be sticking with Dalmatians. Initially brushing off his death as merely an interruption in her already chaotic life (they were never very close, after all), Helen is surprised to find everything else starting to crumble around her. Then Helen gets the telephone call she least expects: Her father has had a massive heart attack. Not to mention that she shares an apartment with a scruffy, tactless roommate, her best girlfriends are a little too perfect, and the most affectionate male in her life-her cat, Fatboy-occasionally pees in her underwear draw. She's a lowly assistant editor at GirlTime magazine, she drives an ancient Toyota, and she has a history of choosing men who fall several thousand feet below acceptable boyfriend standard. Not to mention that she shares an apartment with a scruffy, tactless roommate, her best girlfriends are a little too perfect, and the Helen Bradshaw isn't exactly living out her dreams. Helen Bradshaw isn't exactly living out her dreams.
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