Portia Kane’s life is falling apart. It’s bad enough she married a disgusting pornographer, but when the scumbag continually cheats on her, she’s left with one choice – hide in the closet and blow his brains out . . . or maybe not. Realizing that spending her life in prison for murdering a philandering P.O.S. would be a waste, Portia instead decides to return to her hometown in an attempt to re-find herself and what her purpose in life is supposed to be. With a little less than six degrees of separation, Portia realizes her mission is to get her favorite high school teacher Mr. Vernon . . .
back to teaching again.
I should have LOOOOOOOVED Love May Fail. The premise made me believe it would combine a couple of my favorite things - hoarding . . . .
and a road trip . . .
Instead, I was introduced to Portia Kane and Chuck (and even little Tommy) and . . .
Never have I wanted to smack a character so much – and my apologies to Mr. Quick, but this is why men get a bad rap when it comes to writing female leads. If you can’t do, DON’T DO IT. Creating this vapid lunatic of a “feminist” . . .
did not make you look great.
Now, before everyone gets all up in arms about my low rating, please note I have given ALL of Matthew Quick’s books 4 or 5 Stars. I luuuuuurv him. He just “gets” how to write about characters battling some mental/emotional issues and each of his books is remarkably different from each other. As he says:
“Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal.”
Bottom line is – this book was a fail for me. But I’m not worried. I’m certain Matthew Quick and I can get back to what we once were . . .