I started out loving Book One in Meghan Quinn’s Virgin Romance Novelist Chronicles. It was uproariously funny. Never mind the fact that it was completely unrealistic in that the heroine suddenly had all these diverse dating experiences all at once after never having had any, and she was always annoying naive. I have never burst out laughing so many times or laughed so hard at a romance novel. This girl’s misadventures in dating are so ill-fated they make me gladder than ever I’m in a long-term relationship. Of course there’s a lack of communication that leads to heartache, but in this case I could kind of understand why each person was in the headspace he/she was in.
Book Two really pissed me off though. Her behavior spiraled to absurd extremes. No woman I have ever known in this situation has EVER reacted anywhere close to this. The portrayal overshot comical and hit pathetic. She lost all her relatability in this scenario.
Book Three was super short for some reason. I would have loved some more of the happily ever after part of the story. It definitely made some on point observations about parenthood.
One big criticism is of the female best friend, Delaney. She is an AWFUL friend. She is selfish and self-centered. She gives terrible advice, pushes Rosie way too far out of her comfort zone, and tries to convince her that Henry is still a cad yet acts all incredulous when Rosie actually takes her warnings to heart. The whole time I just couldn’t help thinking that Dirk was way too good for her.