The last few seems to involve a lot of me watching old favourite movies and realising that they were originally a novel of some kind. And The Nanny Diaries was one of these… so it was immensely exciting to find the novel and bury my nose in it.
I literally bought this because I saw the book in a bookstore a few days after I’d watched the movie (I was on a Sandra Bullock binge-watch). Prior to seeing it, I actually had no idea that Practical Magic was even based on a book. This seems to be happening a lot to me at the moment to be fair…
The first half of this book I absolutely loved. It continued to build on the themes and storyline from To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before. It starts with Lara Jean and Peter beginning their own relationship and actually making a go of it. You know straight away that Gen is going to be an issue (after all, she’s the perfect teenage girl antagonist), but at the beginning it works really well. And then I started to get frustrated…
I absolutely loved the Netflix movie of this. It left me with such a happy, little feel good moment after I finished it. So I figured that the book (and as I soon found out the trilogy) would be an interesting read. And, since I finished it in one sitting, and then bought every other Jenny Han book that I could find, it was certainly an enjoyable read.
Although I like these stories, I can’t help but think that Lilly is a dick. EVERY TIME I READ THEM. Like, literally the worst friend a girl could ask for. And not even in an entertaining, she accidentally causes issues way. In a very irritating, self-centred, annoying way that makes me want to reach through the pages and smack her around. And then smack Mia around for letting herself be treated in this way. There is selfish. And then there is Lilly…
Ruby Tate is a cautious and controlled woman; her only passions are cooking and her restaurant, Jewels. Unless you count the uncharacteristic one-night stand she had with a charming stranger the night of her sister’s bachelorette party. And she doesn’t. After all, she got out of his bed the next morning and returned to her real life—dealing with a failing restaurant, a not-so-silent silent partner, and a difficult family. And now there’s this new problem, like a ticking time bomb hiding beneath her white chef’s jacket.
I remember reading The Baby-Sitters Club when I was a kid. And, I saw the box set of the first few books on sale the other week. So I bought it (I might have a shopping / book problem). And it was a really fun way to spend the afternoon – reminiscing on not only my own childhood. But also just enjoying the late 80’s, early 90’s vibe of this book.
I really wasn’t bothered by my prom. Actually, I thought it was kind of lame and didn’t really want to go. I went to the dress shops once, got annoyed and used a hand me down dress. But, for us, it was a compulsory experience, and my high school boyfriend, for whatever reason, actually wanted to go. Which is probably why I couldn’t quite understand Mia’s obsession with going to prom with Michael was, well, so obsessive. Having said that, I also didn’t quite understand why Michael was so completely against it and convinced that the entire thing is lame and pathetic. Maybe something about not being American?
As someone who grew up camping, I don’t think that there’s anything funnier than a city-slicker trying to camp. At university I remember teaching some of my friends how to pitch a tent – a skill that I had taken for granted. Which is probably what made me laugh so hard throughout Project Princess. The shock and unpreparedness that some people experience when camping is certainly akin to what Mia felt. The fact that she didn’t even really know that she was going to be camping just made it all the more entertaining and interesting.
This is even shorter fluff than the rest of the Princess Diaries books. And by fluff I mean, mindless, happy, easy reading. It’s cute, it’s funny, and like the rest of the stories so far, this left me with a smile on my face, reminiscing about when I was a teenage girl thinking every drama was the end of the world. Of course, I didn’t ever worry about my boyfriend’s forgetting valentine’s day, and I certainly didn’t have to worry about being a princess. And the media. Bleugh.