This is actually the most recent book I’ve read, but I didn’t want to start this blog with it for reasons that will become obvious.
Anyone who knows me knows I’m a wee bit obsessed with weddings. Like the kind of obsessed that comes home after a grueling week of works and set up shop on the couch to watch Friday Bridedays on TLC. And the kind of obsessed that got all her college roommates also hooked. And the kind that frequently complains to her friends that (1) they should get married so she can go to a wedding or (2) she wishes she was in a sorority because then her friends would more more marriage-oriented. Honestly I’m not desperately seeking to get married – something about weddings just fills me with glee (some of it of the sadistic, judgey variety).
So you can see why I thought Jen Doll’s Save the Date would be a good choice for a bit of light reading. Subtitle “The Occasional Mortifications of a Serial Wedding Guest”, I assumed it would be full of lighthearted hijinks and embarrassing faux-pas. I was right. From the age of 8, the author hops from wedding to wedding of family and friends, intimate and gigantic, nearby and at exotic destination locales. More often than not, drunken escapades occur. And that’s where the stories sour.
In my previous post on Jennifer Close’s Girls in White Dresses I commented about how I’d like to be friends with those girls. Jen Doll is not in the same category. Over the course of the book, her intoxicated antics strain her relationships and honestly, I’m not surprised. Everyone has a few ridiculous stories to tell, at weddings most of all, but she turns quickly from harmlessly amusing to immature, overdramatic, and hurtful. I hope she grew as a person from cathartically spilling her life story because it doesn’t seem by her most recent wedding that’s she’s really matured from that little kid going to her first wedding.