A review by peckreadsbooks
Happy Hour by Marlowe Granados
5.0
~happy hour by marlowe granados~
' I am slowly learning to never accept less than I deserve. Deciding how much I deserve is another matter. I wish someone would say to me, "I will never look up or down at you" '
I could not have read this book at a better time. Happy hour is a love letter to New York. A love letter to twenty-somethings everywhere. It's a love letter to friendship and female bonds.
Happy Hour follows Gala and Isa, two 21 year olds who move to New York with the expectation of good times. They've been friends since, forever, and liken their friendship to twinned siblings. They stay in the same bed, in an overpriced room in an overpriced city - yet are always out, drinking from coups, trying to decide who they should get to pay for their drinks. As long as they have enough for the cab fare home, all is fair in love and war.
Despite their closeness, their financial situation and their usually overlookable differences cause tensions between the tight-knit pair. never have I read something so pertinent and accurate when it comes to describing the complexities that can arise with female friendship.
This week I am on holiday, in Norwich, a fine city. I'm flying solo, apart from my dog Fletcher. To read about about 2 twenty-somethings dossing around a city, sipping cocktails, and bumming smokes, dressed in their most daring attire, was the absolutely perfect accompaniment to my week away for one. Also, reading a book called Happy Hour in pubs and bars made me feel particularly apt.
' I am slowly learning to never accept less than I deserve. Deciding how much I deserve is another matter. I wish someone would say to me, "I will never look up or down at you" '
I could not have read this book at a better time. Happy hour is a love letter to New York. A love letter to twenty-somethings everywhere. It's a love letter to friendship and female bonds.
Happy Hour follows Gala and Isa, two 21 year olds who move to New York with the expectation of good times. They've been friends since, forever, and liken their friendship to twinned siblings. They stay in the same bed, in an overpriced room in an overpriced city - yet are always out, drinking from coups, trying to decide who they should get to pay for their drinks. As long as they have enough for the cab fare home, all is fair in love and war.
Despite their closeness, their financial situation and their usually overlookable differences cause tensions between the tight-knit pair. never have I read something so pertinent and accurate when it comes to describing the complexities that can arise with female friendship.
This week I am on holiday, in Norwich, a fine city. I'm flying solo, apart from my dog Fletcher. To read about about 2 twenty-somethings dossing around a city, sipping cocktails, and bumming smokes, dressed in their most daring attire, was the absolutely perfect accompaniment to my week away for one. Also, reading a book called Happy Hour in pubs and bars made me feel particularly apt.