Upon starting this challenge this year, I was hopeful that my year would be filled with amazing books and scintillating reviews. That is, until I finished Point, Click, Love by Molly Shapiro. The story follows four women following their own path: Katie – secret internet dater; Annie – sperm bank donation stalker; Maxine – a celebrity gossip mongrel; and Claudia the hypocritical cheating wife.
Going into this novel, I knew it would be your stereotypical “chick-lit”. Meaning – I knew it was going to be brain candy. I wasn’t expecting to learn anything or to spend nights contemplating the concepts that were introduced in the book. However, nothing could have prepared me for the horrible dribble that seeped out of this book. The dialog alone is enough to make a person want to throw this book across the room. It’s full of trite saying and absolutely unfathomable conversations – conversations which all wrap up with a neat tiny bow so as not to cause the reader and/or the author a moment of concern or reflection. I continually found myself re-reading passages of conversation between the fearsome foursome and laughing about how absolutely unrealistic the conversations were.
Added to the horrendous conversations was the characters complete lack of individuality. I kept flipping back to the start of the book to try and figure out which person was seeking which type of life through which internet media. The horrible stories just seemed to mesh together. The endings of each story were so utterly predictable I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself at the end of each post-scripted conclusion.
There were no redeeming characters or plot lines in this book. I racked my brain trying to think of something in which I could include to end on a positive note, but the only thing I could come up with was the fact that the book was a quick read with a relatively low page count (272 pages).