Reading Challenge: 32/40
“Here, you should read this,” says Chris, with a cheeky eyebrow raise. He was half-kidding, half-recommending, as I had just quit my job (and then got two new ones, but that’s another story). However, the blurb sounding intriguing, the dust jacket was enticing, and I ordered a copy from Amazon later that night.
Not Working is quite simply the tale of Claire Flannery, who has just quit her office job to hunt for pastures new. The title is a tad ironic, because while we follow Claire’s unemployed escapades, we see that life without a job is ‘not working’ for her. Her brain-surgeon boyfriend is a reminder of the success she wishes she has, her friends are talking rings and babies while her and Luke seem nowhere near that stage, and she’s managed to fall out with her mum (which, as any only-child knows, is the end of the world- especially if you’re an only-daughter!). Life just isn’t going Claire’s way, and no one seems to understand that she doesn’t want to take any old job- she is on a mission to find her passion. It just seems as though her passion might be hiding at this stage.
This book held so much promise- having just been through the exact same thing, I thought I was going to be reading a somewhat biographical novel. As a fellow only child, twenty-something with a boyfriend who has an idea what he’s up to, I thought Claire and I would have a lot in common. But ultimately, this book was a bit of a disappointment.
The outline of the plot is a great skeleton, but there was no real meat on the bones. Nothing much happens, and while I totally understand that that is reality, it just felt as though we watched her fall out with everyone in her life, with no real conclusion. And it didn’t leave me curious in a “ohhh, I am going to spend hours, frustrated because I don’t know what happened!” way; more of a “Well, that’s 267 pages which left me feeling a bit pants” kind of way.
I’d give this a 2.5/5- it wasn’t un-enjoyable, and I could, to an extent, empathize with the protagonist. My problem was that I went in expecting a Bridget Jones-esque tale, and it just wasn’t that. Maybe it just wasn’t my sense of humour, given that there were some rave reviews.
Alas, I move on to the next one. Have any of you lovely folks read this book? If so, what’d you think?
What are you guys reading right now? I would love to know!