G.P. Putnam’s Sons | 2020
Filed Under: The Honeymoon is Over
For the sake of clarity, this is in no way a thriller or horror or mystery or anything like I would usually read. It’s a fucking romantic comedy. Yeah, seriously. I know you’re wondering why I read it and why I’m reviewing it. The answer to both of those questions is: BECAUSE EVERYTHING SUCKS.
The world is a mess. People are sick and dying. Way too many people are stupid as hell. I mean, honestly, the amount of idiots that we have to co-exist with is just staggering. I haven’t seen friends or colleagues since March 2020 and, surprisingly, it actually makes me not like my job as much. Who knew the introvert would need to see people sometimes? Speaking of every day, it’s Groundhog’s Day Monday to Sunday, and back again, as I shuffle around my house doing the same little chores and tasks like an idiot. I celebrated my birthday alone and we snuck around to my parents’ places over the winter holidays like we were in a spy thriller, just in case the police gave us a ticket for being outside our house.
And yes, I readily admit we should have only celebrated the holidays with our immediate family – and many people stronger than I did this – but after a fucking year of pandemic bullshit, we decided to break some rules and have at least one good memory from 2020. We haven’t seen our families since, so back the fuck off.
Anyway… everything is terrible and I needed something sweet and happy to stabilize my ever-floundering mental health, if only for a couple of days. You Deserve Each Other fit the bill. It was romance, but it came with a kick so it wasn’t so ew. I am not a serious romance kind of woman.
Naomi and Nicholas fell in love and thought it would be a good idea to get married. But the honeymoon is over before they even walk down the aisle. Naomi realizes that she actually kind of hates Nicholas. All of his annoying habits and quirks have become impossible to ignore, and she absolutely can’t be married into his rich, overbearing family for the rest of her life.
She decides she needs out, like yesterday. But the wedding she didn’t get to make any decisions about is already paid for – by his parents – and it’s non-refundable. Turns out, whoever calls off the wedding will get stuck with the massive bills. Naomi absolutely cannot afford that shit. She doesn’t come from wealth like sweet Nicholas, so she decides to force Nicholas to break up with her. She will become the most horrible fiancée that ever did exist until he has no choice but to end things. This mismatched, petty asshole couple ends up in a head-to-head battle of emotional – and sometimes physical – warfare.
And oh shit, it was fun as hell.
The majority of this book has nothing to do with ewwy-gooey romance. It’s just sabotage and hilarity.
My preferred genre doesn’t really provide me with much to laugh about, but I definitely cackled out loud while reading this. And it was a stress reliever I didn’t know I needed. So much so, that I am thinking of reading more novels like this because I enjoyed it so much. Who knew?!
The writing was at full-on sarcastic evil-genius levels. The author manages to write unlikeable, childish characters in an endearing way (most of the time.) You should hate these absolute douche-canoes, but you’re too caught up in how hilarious their antics are. They are petty, small people and it’s absolutely enjoyable.
If you’ve ever been married long enough to reach the “your breathing is annoying me” stage of the relationship, this book can be almost cathartic. You’ll just get it.
The beginning of the novel is a riot. The moment Naomi takes off the gloves and stops giving a fuck is everything, especially around her over-bearing, piece-of-work future mother-in-law. But I did find that some of the middle of the plot – where Naomi and Nicholas are at a bit of standstill in their showdown – dragged and was too quiet juxtaposed to the hijinks that came before.
Buried beneath this maniacal game of chicken is a message anyone in a couple needs to hear and understand – good relationships take work. They are not always easy.
The honeymoon phase is just that, a phase. If you want romance, regular sex and fun, you need to put the effort in. Lust is not love. Love is finding them cutting their toenails in bed, telling them to stop being a disgusting pig and then ten minutes later getting high in your underwear and laughing together about some inside joke. It’s still kissing them even if they have the worst morning breath. It’s not caring that someone has seen you without makeup. It’s farting whenever you fucking want without embarrassment. My god, I will take all the gross habits and annoying quirks to experience the contentment I find with my husband every night.
Relationships are not exciting at a certain point, and that’s just the truth. But that’s not a bad thing either. Finding someone with who you have security, comfort and peace is a beautiful thing. It’s not all butterflies and giggles like it is in the beginning, but who needs that forever, really? Yeah, sometimes you might want to suffocate your partner with a pillow because there’s an empty dishwasher right there, so why are there dirty dishes in the fucking sink!? But, at the end of the day, you can’t imagine your life without them.
That’s why you get married or commit to a life partner. That’s why you intertwine your lives – financially, emotionally, physically – because life is better with a person you love than it is alone (for most people – single/independent is also very appealing and I respect that choice!)
Anyway, this book was exactly what I needed when I needed it. It’s funny, it’s sweet and it reminded me why I love to be annoyed by my husband.
When your nemesis also happens to be your fiancé, happily ever after becomes a lot more complicated in this wickedly funny, lovers-to-enemies-to-lovers romantic comedy debut.
Naomi Westfield has the perfect fiancé: Nicholas Rose holds doors open for her, remembers her restaurant orders, and comes from the kind of upstanding society family any bride would love to be a part of. They never fight. They’re preparing for their lavish wedding that’s three months away. And she is miserably and utterly sick of him.
Naomi wants out, but there’s a catch: whoever ends the engagement will have to foot the nonrefundable wedding bill. When Naomi discovers that Nicholas, too, has been feigning contentment, the two of them go head-to-head in a battle of pranks, sabotage, and all-out emotional warfare.
But with the countdown looming to the wedding that may or may not come to pass, Naomi finds her resolve slipping. Because now that they have nothing to lose, they’re finally being themselves–and having fun with the last person they expect: each other.