There’s a genre specific to British fiction which the British call chick-lit and everyone else doesn’t quite know how to define, but usually they call it romantic comedy. For me it’s typified by the TV show Coupling (the British version, not the appalling American remake) and authors like Helen Fielding (Bridget Jones’ Diary) and Sophie Kinsella (the Shopaholic series). Think Four Weddings And A Funeral, think Notting Hill, and you’ll be in the perfect mood to sit down and thoroughly enjoy Bridesmaids.
Jane is a thirty-ish wannabe photographer trapped working for a diva social media maven and still in recovery from a nightmarish breakup where her fiance dumped her at her hen party (bachelorette party, for Americans). Invited to be the bridesmaid at her best friend Rachel’s wedding, there’s no way to say no - and definitely no way to express her doubts about Michael, the groom-to-be, not without sounding as though she’s just bitter about her own failure to walk up the aisle. Roped in by Rachel to act as a buffer between the three other warring bridesmaids, Jane ends up digging herself into deeper and deeper holes.
There’s a charming slow-burn friends to lovers romance in this between Jane and her flatmate, Freddie. Freddie’s such a sweetheart, I was hoping all along for him and Jane to get their wires uncrossed, but I did feel for poor Jane, who constantly seemed to be dealing with about ten sticky situations at once. She really didn’t have the time and space to process her own emotions, something which Freddie to his credit did try to give her, though I felt like strangling him when he threw the suggestion of moving to Scotland at her unexpectedly.
In the end, of course, all the secrets come out and things turn out just as they should… though not without a few disastrous mishaps causing much hilarity along the way!
I loved reading this so much. I laughed more times than I can count, and I closed it feeling that joyous sense of completion and satisfaction which all too few authors can make you feel at the end of a story. If you’re in the mood for a great British romantic comedy, you should absolutely check out Bridesmaids - and maybe, like I did, imagine a young Hugh Grant as Freddie. He’d have been absolutely perfect!
5 stars for one of the funniest books I’ve read in ages!
Disclaimer: I received a copy of this book for review through Rachel’s Random Resources.
He has been ‘he who must not be named’ for quite a while now. Mainly because hearing his name led either to an irrational outburst (from me), featuring lots of swear words, and descriptions about what I’d like to do to various parts of his anatomy, or, and this was so much worse, horrible, snot-inducing tears. Don’t you hate it when that happens, when you end up inside out and can’t stop?
I cut his head off all my photos. And a triangle out of the crotch area. And looked if Amazon Prime supplied Voodoo Dolls. They do, just in case you need to know for future reference.
Sally was the girl at school who either already had it all or was damned well going to get it soon. You know the type? You get that longed for pony, next minute she’s got a unicorn. A pink one, that makes dreams come true and farts rainbows.
I’m more Krispy Kreme doughnuts than quinoa, if you know what I mean. And most of that healthy stuff just seems to get stuck in my teeth and annoy me for the rest of the day. Whoever thought a rice cake was a good idea? I mean, who dreamt that the words rice and cake should even be in the same sentence?
‘But I’ll get over it. Plenty more fish in the sea,’ she raises an eyebrow, ‘just not that particular sprat.
My perusal of this cleverly crafted tale was rudely interrupted by occasional outbreaks of giggle-snorts and one particularly vivid scene involving a sick infant in a bridal shop that erupted in spasms of laughter that ceased all further reading until normal respirations and clear vision was regained. Ms. Stoneley’s quirky cast of characters and engaging storylines hit all feels in a highly entertaining and pleasantly appealing manner. This was a fun read with a badly behaved groom, poorly kept secrets, and reams of sharp wit and clever snark. A new addition to my Brit word list is bint, which Mr. Google tells me is derogatory (and possibly offensive) slang for a female in the UK but is also used as a cheeky form of endearment in Western Sydney.
This was a fun, light read that would be nice whilst curled up on a sun lounger next to a pool.
Jane is best friends with Rachel, who is getting married soon. Jane has her reservations about her fiance, because he seems to be wrong for Rachel, but she keeps her opinions to herself. Then there are the rest of the girls in this story: Sally, Maddie, Beth....all of whom have stories of their own. The lives of these ladies seem to be connected in a myriad of ways and it IS fun reading about them all.
Jane's boss Coral sounds like a horror story to me - I would rather be working in Woolies than working for someone like her, any day of the week! However, then there is Freddie, Jane's lovely flatmate.
So many different threads to this story and they all get woven together nicely. I enjoyed the read but it wasn't my favourite of Zara's. It was fun though :)