- Paperback: 342 pages
- Publisher: So Vain Books (January 28, 2016)
- ISBN-10: 1910869090
- ISBN-13: 978-1910869093
- Shipping Weight: 1.1 pounds
- Average Customer Review: 12 customer reviews
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My Disorganised Life: Sometimes Things Have to Go Really Wrong Before They Can Go Right Paperback – January 28, 2016
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A viral video of drunkenness and vomiting over a policeman is the stuff of nightmares, and so is living back home with your religious, nutty parents. Fed up with life not going her way and turning quietly insane, Eve Poots comes up with a plan. Well more of a list of “things to do while I’m still twenty-something”. Six months later, and the list is working its power: she is now living with her new boyfriend, junior doctor Adam, and working as an assistant to TV producer Alastair on a reality show – life really is on the up. But then it all starts to crumble and she soon realises that what the list should have really said was: 1. Awful colleague hell-bent in making your life agonising – check 2. Unplanned engagement – check 3. Lusting for dashing TV director when you have a perfectly decent boyfriend at home - check 4. Seeking help from a sex therapist – check 5. Growing a back-bone - pending Has her life suddenly turned into a TV melodrama of its own?
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Let’s start with Eve – she’s very young and her lists often serve to hold her back. And she’s got no filters – she thinks it, she says it more often than not. Excerpt to those she views as authority figures (boss, parents) which often leaves her in desperate need of that therapist, Gudren.
Eve as a character was likable, even if a bit scattered but Adam was pompous and not particularly ooh worthy. And Eve’s attempts to wrangle a proposal from him to comply with the reality show she’s due to appear on – yeah… not so much.
The highlights of the story for me were the scenes with Gudren (her therapist) and the outrageous and often hilarious dialogue that ensued.
Overall, this is a light, candy-floss sort of book, enjoyable in the moment, much like watching a Benny Hill sketch. You laughed at the ridiculous parts and it was fun while it lasted, but there were few, if any, truly memorable moments or characters. In this book, Eve and her therapist are really the only two who make an impression: perhaps it has to do with narrative voice of Eve: she almost seems as if she is setting a stage play around her.
I received an eArc copy of the title from the publisher via NetGalley for purpose of honest review. I was not compensated for this review: all conclusions are my own responsibility.
Eve Poots is a slightly scatterbrained twenty-something who works on the television crew of a reality TV show. The premise that Eve’s life has been upended by a viral video of her drunken exploits rings all-too-true in this age of ubiquitous social media. Ditto to her finding romance on the set of a couples reality show. Eve bumbles around in a sort of Bridget Jones fashion and has a similar charming naivete.
However, there were a few distracting problems, starting with Eve’s last name: Poots. Certainly the author did not realize that Americans use that word as a slang term for passing gas, or maybe she did. The greater problem is the writing. Whyle is no Helen Fielding, or even Sophie Kinsella. Figurative language is not a strength, and the metaphors are bland and uninspiring. One character works with “underprivileged boys where the odds are stacked against them higher than the high rises they live in.” And Gudrun, Eve’s sex therapist--a clear knockoff of Dr. Ruth Westheimer--speaks in such broken English that it’s almost insulting: “Good, now you tell Gudrun why look for Gudrun?” I’m not sure how anyone could take sex instruction in this scenario.
Nina Whyle (actually a pseudonym for two friends writing collaboratively) does a fine job with pacing and she pulls off a satisfying, if predictable, ending.
“She said the Tequila would help me relax into a more laid-back Mexican version of myself. It didn't. What it actually did was make me a crazy and felonious Mexican version of myself.”
“He smiles, showing a perfect row of white teeth. I don't think I've ever met an American who hasn't got lovely teeth, but so do sharks. Well, they have a lot of teeth anyway.”
“I just want to get this over with as quickly as possible, then for someone to put me in a sanatorium with a selection of crayons and tranquilizers, and leave me alone for the rest of my life.”
“I have to encompass my true sexual being, take control, and unleash the beast, so to speak. Crikey, what if I don't have one? Not everyone is overtly sexual, are they? What if my beast is more of a domesticated budgie grateful for a few seeds and a new piece of sandpaper? The Nunnery is looking the more attractive option right now. I don't think I can do the practical therapy.”
“Her gentle forcefulness is covertly Jedi. I would feel like a naughty child if I didn't produce my homework.”
“He makes my skin crawl to the point of fungal infection.”
“I can't understand anything this girl is jabbering about, it's a high-pitched talk-a-thon gone wrong. Quick talking is an understatement, it's as though Disney have made a princess machine gun.”
“What is that woman doing? She looks like a daddy longlegs being electrocuted!”
This book was wicked funny. I frequently snorted, chortled, snickered, and barked aloud at the ridiculous situations our girl found herself in. How well I know the correlation of Tequila = eventual humiliation. I felt an instant kinship with the main character of Eve as we have so many things in common, for example, we both tend to be a constant source of embarrassment despite our best efforts, we both suffered the ridiculousness of religious zealots for parents, we both are list makers – which we use as more of a guide... and we both have a humorous and often snarky running commentary in our addled brains that tends to find it's out of our mouths. In other words – she is an intelligent and fun loving goddess. The writing style was rapid paced yet relatively easy to follow, despite some of the unfamiliar British pop-cultural references – thank goodness for Wikipedia on my kindle. I was entertained by this delightful and fun story throughout, and enjoyed Eve's insights and evolution as the story progressed.
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The whole book is written from a single point of view, Eve's and seems like a long monologue.Read more