(Disclaimer: I was sent this book by the publisher in exchange for an honest review. This has in no way affected my opinion of the book, nor the outcome of the review.)
‘Turning thirty is like playing musical chairs. The music stops, and everyone just marries whoever they happen to be sitting on.’
Who the f*ck is Tori Bailey?
There’s no doubt that Tori is winning the game of life. A straight-talking, bestselling author, she’s inspired millions of women around the world with her self-help memoir. And she has the perfect relationship to boot.
But Tori Bailey has been living a lie.
Her long-term boyfriend won’t even talk about marriage, but everyone around her is getting engaged and having babies. And when her best friend Dee – her plus one, the only person who understands the madness – falls in love, suddenly Tori’s in terrifying danger of being left behind.
When the world tells you to be one thing and turning thirty brings with it a loud ticking clock, it takes courage to walk your own path.
It’s time for Tori to practice what she’s preached, but the question is: is she brave enough?
What I liked:
While I wasn’t always a fan of Tori, I did understand some of her actions. How many of us stay in a relationship we shouldn’t, because we’re afraid of being alone? Who among us has been a little threatened when their best mate has found the love of their life, because we know we’ll see them less and we’re going to play slightly second fiddle? We don’t admit to it, of course, but we’ve all been there.
Holly’s portrayal of social media taking over your life is terrifyingly real. I’m a divil for poring over my Instagram if I’ve posted something, checking for likes, and deleting it if it didn’t get what I was hoping for.
I loved how the chapters spanned a linear nine months. I love reading linear, so this was perfect for me.
What I didn’t like:
I didn’t really like Tori. I felt she was quite immature, and a little selfish at times. I couldn’t read her baby shower for Dee without cringing every five seconds. I felt like at 31 she should have had her life together. (Remind me I said this when I myself am 31.)
I hated Tom. Hated him with a passion. We’ve all dated a Tom, hell some of us are dating a Tom right now.
Out of five:
Three and a half. I usually adore Holly’s books, but this one just wasn’t for me as much as her others I’m afraid. It is an important book though, and I’m glad to have read it.