Author: Cara Lockwood
Read copy: Mass Market Paperback
Published: January 26, 2010
Publisher: Pocket Star
She creates perfect days.
In spite of her incorrigible curly hair, Lauren Crandell is a neat-freak and organizational guru, qualities that make her the perfect wedding planner. But when two weddings in one day go haywire, and hunky firefighter Nick Corona comes to the rescue—twice—Lauren realizes there are a few important details in her own life she hasn't been tending to since her divorce. Namely, her sex life.
She lives lonely nights.
Sweet and sexy Nick seems hell-bent on fanning the flames between them, and Lauren definitely feels sparks flying. But she's scrambling to plan nuptials for her most challenging client yet -- a beautiful, cunning, and certifiable Psycho Bride. With the big day rapidly approaching, a series of misunderstandings, mishaps, and mistaken identities threatens to ruin not one, but two happily ever afters. But with her career and her love life on the line, the wedding planner just might learn that you can't plan everything, least of all true love.
Chick-lit is hit-and-miss for me. First person POV chick-lit even more so—okay, not counting Kristan Higgins it’s mostly a miss. And this book was no exception.
I hated the heroine’s guts and given the book was written in her POV I hated the book. Some fellow reviewers say she was written that way to make us see her growth toward the end. I didn’t see it like that, and I didn’t see any significant growth. Lauren spent the entire book feeling sorry about herself, mostly to do with her hair, using parentheses when parentheses weren’t needed (I never think in parentheses and I don’t think inner monologue needs parentheses when the entire book is mostly a giant inner monologue), and feeling sorry about herself some more.
I kept waiting for someone to slap her, maim her, kill her...But it didn’t happen.
And because it was written in whiny Lauren’s POV I also didn’t get to enjoy the supporting cast of characters, mostly the hunky firefighter hero. Because they were all drowned in the whiny-Lauren-feels-sorry-for-herself crap.
P.S. And I have a big bone to pick with the author on the whole hospital/sprained ankle scene. I’m not in the medical profession or anything, but I do have some experience with sprained ankles, X-rays, and behavior of medical personnel in such cases. I sprained my ankle 9 times in my life, five of those times required me wearing a cast for a month, and I’ve never come across a nurse/doctor/whoever that wouldn’t first give me some sort of protection when I came to get my X-rays done. It just isn’t done.
And the nurses in my case(s) never behaved like I was faking it, because if the doctor sent me in for an X-ray I probably wasn’t faking it. Gee, my ankle was swollen like a balloon and they knew it hurt and they strove not to pain me more than was necessary.
I don’t know what Ms. Lockwood tried to accomplish with the scene, she only drove home the fact the heroine was a whiny, petulant, spoiled little child that actually loved feeling sorry for herself.
P.P. S. I watched the TV movie with Richards and Cain and that little that I remember it was much better than this (even though I cannot claim either of them can really act).