Normally a woman may feel a twinge of remorse or excitement depending on the circumstances and the identity of the guy she finds next to her, but Clare is a double whammo since she is a romance heroine and a romance author. The problem is, whenever Clare gets drunk, she wakes up next to a strange guy. Sometimes when God wants an idiot to realize the obvious, the anvil falls really hard, eh? Claire got blotto spectacularly at the end of the book, wailing Queen’s Fat Bottomed Girls like she’s on American Idol desperate to beat the votes coming in for a twitching grey-haired fat bastard beloved of hausfraus still in mourning over the death of Michael Bolton’s career. If you have read the previous related book Sex, Lies, and Online Dating, you may remember that Claresta “Clare” Wingate was the last to know that her boyfriend Lonny is gay and she discovered that fact with style when she found him being ridden by the handyman in her closet, right before she was to attend her friend Lucy’s wedding. Unfortunately, the story pretty much muddles on and on slowly until it comes to a silly resolution that is slapped on more for closure for the sake of closure than anything else. I like what the author is trying to do here and I like the intimacy of the setting. Rachel Gibson’s I’m in No Mood for Love is not an easy book to give a definitive verdict on.
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