Their sisterly relationship is super weird and they probably need to work through their issues.
Title: Wedding Night
Author: Sophie Kinsella
Genre: Romance, Chick Lit, Humor
Publication Date: April 23, 2013
Review Date: August 13, 2017
Number of Pages: 465 (paperback)
My Rating: 3.0/5
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Book Blurb of Wedding Night:
Lottie just knows that her boyfriend is going to propose, but then his big question involves a trip abroad — not a trip down the aisle. Completely crushed, Lottie reconnects with an old flame, and they decide to take drastic action. No dates, no moving in together, they’ll just get married . . . right now. Her sister, Fliss, thinks Lottie is making a terrible mistake, and will do anything to stop her. But Lottie is determined to say “I do,” for better, or for worse.
Book Review of Wedding Night:
I somehow always manage to breeze through Sophie Kinsella books. There’s something un-put-down-able about them.
This was an okay book, though I adore most of her work. I was surprised myself, because usually I love her characters and the qualities she gives to them. They’re always endearing, irrespective of their particular weaknesses or foibles.
But here, I couldn’t. I didn’t like Lottie or Fliss that much. For me, a Kinsella character has always been someone I could see myself being friends with.
Didn’t get that here, and that made the experience different for me.
Everyone in this book is way spoilt and self-entitled. Lottie and Ben act like desperate teenagers at the age of thirty three. Fliss is overbearing and a control freak.
Their sisterly relationship is super weird and they probably need to work through their issues.
Having said that, there were moments in the book that made me laugh out loud, as Sophie Kinsella tends to do in each book. And unladylike snorts of laughter at that.
Also, I personally do not think all guys are that clueless or confused that they have issues with marriage to that extent. Rose coloured glasses brought to you by the Shopaholic Series and Luke Brandon. He has my heart.
