Rating: 4 out of 5
After being bombarded with never-ending blockbuster sequels and remakes, it’s no wonder that I’m getting more and more frustrated with Hollywood’s complete lack of originality. For the most part, the film industry cares jack-shit about women, which is why I would rather escape the bro-movie madness into some good chick-lit.
If entertainment is going to be formulaic, I might as well go with the formula I prefer: ambitious girl meets manic pixie dream boy and falls in love after a rousing bout of sexual tension.
In Honeymoon Hotel by Hester Browne, Rosie is the events manager at the uber-posh Bonneville Hotel in London. After working her ass off for years, she’s finally so close to a major promotion that she can taste it. That is, until her boss’ son Joe comes in to help run her department, and the nepotistic red flags start popping up to threaten her career goal.
I became a fan of Hester Browne’s after reading The Little Lady Agency series. On a whim, I missed her writing, so I purchased this book along with The Runaway Princess. She excels at creating strong female protagonists who have great jobs and friendships and don’t exist just for the men in their lives.
I enjoyed that Rosie and Joe change each other for the better. Rosie learns to ease up on planning weddings down to the nitty-gritty details and remember that love, not centerpieces, should be the focal point of getting married. On the flip side, Joe learns to respect the hard work it takes to plan an event and that running away from your problems never solves them.
Honeymoon Hotel is a great reminder that you can’t get what you want, whether it’s true love or a dream career, if you remain stuck in dead-end relationships and jobs. It’s lighthearted fun and would make a great movie one day—if romances ever manage to break through the monotony of action flicks and make it to the silver screen again.