How do you date your best friend’s sister? Easy.
Step one: Pretend you want her to set you up with someone else. That will bring the two of you closer.
Step two: Go on dates with lots of random women, proceed to get stupid drunk and talk about your best friend’s sister, thus gaining the courage to finally make a move.
Step three: Randomly show up at her apartment and confess your love. Women love that, right?
It all seemed so simple. A fool-proof three-step process that will guarantee the love of your life to fall madly in love with you.
At least–that’s what I thought was going to happen. But my attempts to win over Julia Westin backfired in more ways than I can count. The thing about Julia? She’s smart–really smart–and her wicked gaze cuts through all the charm I’ve tried slinging her way. She’s not interested in games, my gifts, or my stories. She might want me too, but she’s not giving in that easy…
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Romcoms are always hit or miss for me. Either I love them – generally because the humor is smart and there is plenty of emotional connection to the characters – or I hate them because the humor is too on the nose, too brash, too obvious for me. Add to that my inability to connect with the characters in a meaningful way and The Secret to Dating Your Best Friend’s Sister was a dud.
I knew within the first few chapters that this book wasn’t for me, but I had hoped I would find something to love as I pushed through. I had a hard time feeling the connection between Julia and Bram for most of the book. There were some scenes where the chemistry was strong, and I thought the book was turning the corner, but then we’d quickly go back to the same often cringe-worthy interactions.
What I think really soured me on this book was the disconnect between the maturity level of the characters and their supposed success in their fields. I had a hard time reconciling the fact that a bunch of overgrown frat boys were really capable of running the empires they’d amassed. That immaturity bled into the way Bram dealt with his feeling toward Julia and overall left me with an unpleasant impression of who he was.
All that being said, I could see why someone who prefers romcoms would enjoy this book. The conflict is minimal, the humor is obvious, and the interaction between the boys was fun. My distaste for The Secret to Dating Your Best Friend’s Sister was definitely a ME issue, and I will own that. I have great respect for Meghan Quinn’s more serious works, but I’m quickly finding her romcoms aren’t for me. I will definitely continue reading some of her work but will be more selective of checking out the subgenre.
Born in New York and raised in Southern California, Meghan has grown into a sassy, peanut butter eating, blonde haired swearing, animal hoarding lady. She is known to bust out and dance if “It’s Raining Men” starts beating through the air and heaven forbid you get a margarita in her, protect your legs because they may be humped.
Once she started commuting for an hour and twenty minutes every day to work for three years, she began to have conversations play in her head, real life, deep male voices and dainty lady coos kind of conversations. Perturbed and confused, she decided to either see a therapist about the hot and steamy voices running through her head or start writing them down. She decided to go with the cheaper option and started writing… enter her first novel, Caught Looking.
Now you can find the spicy, most definitely on the border of lunacy, kind of crazy lady residing in Colorado with the love of her life and her five, furry four-legged children, hiking a trail or hiding behind shelves at grocery stores, wondering what kind of lube the nervous stranger will bring home to his wife. Oh, and she loves a good boob squeeze!