A review by lauren_salsa
Behaving Like Adults by Anna Maxted
2.0
Ugh, I really like Maxted's books as she's the master of jaw-dropping surprises and dark-tinted chick lit. They're sooo addicting especially since her characters are either making achingly bad decisions or plot bombs are dropping in every chapter. But I just couldn't make it through this book.
The main problem? It was surprisingly hard to follow. Not in terms of the plot but just that I couldn't follow the main character's train of thought at all. It's written in first person but it somehow manages to come across as a stream-of-consciousness writing style. A typical paragraph felt like, "I was talking to Claudia as she was filing her nails but she looked sad and I remembered the time that I was tap dancing with my mother isn't it funny how our relationships glisten like a tea pot I couldn't believe that Nige was still talking about his audition he looked cheeky as he was wearing a white suit ooh look at that dog over there isn't it cute I'm so sad about what happened but I will never tell anyone deep within my soul I need coffee and the rain fell down, pitter patter."
I mean, this isn't exactly how she wrote, but it's how it came across. Something just didn't click here. I even put it down, picked it up, rinse, repeat, a number of times. But I just couldn't make it.
The main problem? It was surprisingly hard to follow. Not in terms of the plot but just that I couldn't follow the main character's train of thought at all. It's written in first person but it somehow manages to come across as a stream-of-consciousness writing style. A typical paragraph felt like, "I was talking to Claudia as she was filing her nails but she looked sad and I remembered the time that I was tap dancing with my mother isn't it funny how our relationships glisten like a tea pot I couldn't believe that Nige was still talking about his audition he looked cheeky as he was wearing a white suit ooh look at that dog over there isn't it cute I'm so sad about what happened but I will never tell anyone deep within my soul I need coffee and the rain fell down, pitter patter."
I mean, this isn't exactly how she wrote, but it's how it came across. Something just didn't click here. I even put it down, picked it up, rinse, repeat, a number of times. But I just couldn't make it.