I really enjoyed this book. There wasn't really a plot. There weren't any shocking twists. It was just...life. A very well written account of life. Very simple but fulfilling.
Sophie, the main character in this book, is completely unlikable, annoying, and on an aimless journey of avoiding self-awareness. The book, written in chunks, almost like short stories about the various pieces of Sophie's life, mostly related to her ill-fated and failed romances and her dully average family, comes across as disjointed and pointless.
She narrates relationship after relationship with the men in her life with an astounding cluelessness and lack of ability to determine why each one ends unhappily. When she's not talking about boyfriends or family, she hovers around her issues with learning at school and at work, but we never learn what's wrong with her (and there is obviously something VERY wrong with this girl emotionally and intellectually). Is it dyslexia? Laziness? ADD/ADHD? Is she a late bloomer?
When the author doesn't provide the answer, the reader has to fill it in, and, ultimately, the answer is, I don't care.
Having read professional reviews of this book, I was so looking forward to the story. Huge disappointment .