Nah, keep it up ‘cause I’M that kind of weirdo too!
Full disclosure time. I requested Sorry I Wasn’t What You Needed for one reason and one reason alone . . .
Yep. It sounded like a knock-off version of This Is Where I Leave You and since Tropper hasn’t offered me up any of his tasty little creations in quite some time I am willing to accept all substitutions. And this one wasn’t bad at all . . . it was just different. Which it should be, right? I mean, if it was a carbon copy of Tropper’s style I’d probably be bitching a huge fit. This was a solid 4 Star read for me. Obviously the downward spiral to misery is my recent cup of tea . . .
and James Bailey is definitely an author who can turn a phrase . . .
“I fan the opening with my hand to encourage the death-infused particles to disperse into the surrounding air. Many of them cling still to the faux sheepskin covers like dew, infiltrating my pants and sweatshirt almost immediately upon contact as I sink into the bucket seat.”
I also liked the fact that there was some ambiguity remaining at the end of the novel. I mean, really, on what planet does a death by suicide ever provide the survivors with the answers they need?
My only real complaints about this story were the characters. In This Is Where I Leave You (as in all of Tropper’s books), we are presented a loveable loser who you just can’t help but root for. In Sorry we don’t get this . . .
Instead we get this . . .
and while there was plenty of this . . .
there wasn’t quite enough of this to balance it out . . .
Still – an excellent read that I would recommend.
ARC provided by NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.