Where do I start? Gush over F*ck Love or Tarryn Fisher first? As you can imagine that this is my first Tarryn Fisher book. And I hear this book is very different from her previous books. But oh my goodness, this book was epic. I’m going to gush about a few things or a lot of things. But first, let me take a selfie. Title it: Gushing over F*ck Love.
**Side Note: As I was reading this book, I kept asking myself if the story was a love triangle. I don’t think it was. What constitutes a love triangle?
I recommend this book and give it four crowns and another crown for Tarryn. So that’s Five crowns. The crowns are equivalent to stars. Get it and read it. And I’m telling you right now, a Tarryn Fisher weekend is in the horizon. I’m thinking the Love Me With Lies books. Yes?
First of all I liked, no loved, how this book started. With a dream and good ol’ fashioned WTF. That dream changed everything, as a dream should. Now, lets proceed to the things I loved about this book. Or what I’d like to call gushing. Helena is unconventional, quirky and weird. Possible twin sister, separated at birth. Can I get a hola for that? Her obsession with socks. Uh, this girl gets me. No, I don’t have an obsession with socks, I just have a sock problem. So, we’re practically twins. Tarryn, the selfie concept? Genius. Including the hashtags. Bloody freaking ge-nuis! Brilliant! A conceited and insecure best friend? Check! Can this be any more real and relatable? Oh and my favorite line “Thank you, Jesus; thank you, Harry.” (Cue in the laughing out loud emoji.) The selflessness. The muggle waiting to be magical. And how can I forget, #BeigeBitch. Oh, I forgot Kit. Kit. Cue in mega swooning. Not for his body or something shallow like that. No, mega swoon for Kit because he can cook. He writes. Books and music. Tarryn, I think you forgot a chapter. Chapter …: #megaswooning, dedicated to swooning over Kit’s traits.
Side question: What kind name is Kit anyway? Is it Irish?
This book reeked unique. Originality. Class. Humanity.
THE REVIEW (Translation: incoherent thoughts, but thoughts nonetheless)
Before I read this book, I read reviews. Tons of them. And there were solely focused on the love story or a girl guide modus. But I saw this story in a different light. When I put this book down, my first thought was: What a selfless person. Ladies, if there’s one character I wish to be at the end of the year or end of my lifetime is to be a selfless beige bitch. Because to do what Helena did for her selfish, self-centered, conceited, insecure and definitely a bad friend best friend takes a special person. One who has a beautiful soul.
I loved the idea of the dream and how Helena forged her new path based on it. Because that’s what we do. Whether it’s a goal, an ambition or a resolution. A concept, an idea, a quote. Whatever it is, we too, forge our life based on it, we constrain and box ourselves based it. We don’t allow ourselves to grow beyond it. Like Helena we lose sight of the dream. In Helena case, her dream was to show her that her capabilities are beyond being the numbers girl. She had more potential than numbers. It was to open her eyes to see the real Neil, to be open to adventures and such. But she was so focused on wanting the dream to unfold itself as is in real life that she got more hurt than she would have. I mean moving in with Kit’s ex? No. Luckily for her it worked out really well with the Fairy. Get the book and you will get that reference. But, like I said, we are just like Helena. We want a cut and paste version of whatever it (dream, idea, resolution). We forget to spread our wings and soar. No, we just want to fly. Ladies, we can soar. We want to be a muggle, instead of being magical. Be magical, ladies. (I feel like Helena is writing here. Not me.)
The introduction of Muslim was interesting. That dream involving him was heart racing. Serious thumping. And various questions of ‘what it is going on’ were roaming in my head. I found myself being pro-Muslim. Just for a few pages. Don’t judge me. Oh, how I wish you knew what I was talking about. Get the book, so you can gush with me.
Let’s talk friendship before I finish this review.
Ladies, any friend that says they are prettier than you, chuck them. You do not need that kind of toxic in your life. You already have McDonald for that. Chocolate and ice-cream. Seriously, Della, that’s Helena’s best friend’s name, was that kind. She was the type of friend that sucks the living out of you. Sucks being the operative word. Yoh, Yoh, Yoh. I found myself wishing for the worst…
I repeat, I recommend this book. There’s something for everyone.
If you want gush with me and want me to spoil this book for you, feel free to comment. And if you have anything to say, to call bullshit or whatever, feel free to comment. I’m all ears. And don’t forget to like this post. To show some love. You can reblog, because you know I’m a beige bitch. 😉