A review by sherwoodreads
The Wedding Season by Katy Birchall

While the general definition of a romance still holds, the variations have been spreading over the past decades from the lockstep plots of the Harlequin years to the many types of romance now.

This one starts with a typical romance premise: Freya, our heroine, gets dumped by her fiancé of twelve years, the day before their gigantic wedding--complete with peacocks. (the peacocks show up, a grace note, through the shocker beginning.)

Freya, understandably, is devastated. And, to really rub her nose into her total failure as a bride, all her friends are getting married. So her tight-knit friends group come up with a list of things she has to do by the end of all the weddings. And there the fun begins.

But the fun takes a while. Birchall writes really well about the emotional fallout of being dumped. This aspect goes on for quite a while. I almost abandoned this book at a couple points, because I read these romances in the middle of the night during insomnia attacks, and I don't need depression and misery at 2:47 a.m. But two things kept me going: the list, and the writing.

The romance is actually a small part of the story. What we get is a wonderful look at friendship, and of self-discovery. It read more like a comedy of manners than a romance--no bad thing, imo. And there were some hilarious scenes. Just don't go in expecting focus on the twosome.

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