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Favorite Quotes:

My dad somehow thought he was sparing me by explaining the inner workings of Naked Wednesday to me so that I could find somewhere else to be moving forward, and when he started trying to explain what was special about Friday nights, I stopped him. I told him that once we were all back from the wedding, no explanation necessary, he just needed to tell me when he wanted me to make myself scarce. No details required. Please, God, spare me details.

She isn’t twenty-eight at all, she’s thirty-one, the same as me. It seems almost silly, to lie about just three years, but I think Van might be playing the long game with that one. I get the feeling she’s going to be twenty-eight for a long time – for as long as people will believe her or medical advancements will allow.

I had a big birthday last year, and Van lives in LA, so she couldn’t come. She sent a stripper in her place. They called him Magic Spike. He was a Viking themed stripper, because of course they exist. He had a terrifying weapon – in more ways than one.

I must have checked my room four times when I was packing to make sure I didn’t leave anything behind, but I don’t feel like anyone has truly invented a suitcase that can safely transport a holiday romance back to reality.

My Review:

I doubt anyone could claim to have solved or foreseen the well-contrived secrets to this enjoyable and amusing tale, as there were several clever twists and blind alleys to navigate. And I delighted in them all as I smirked my way through this fun and wittily penned dance of exes. The premise was bright and shiny as were the wily plotting and wry humor. The characters were an enticing yet not totally likable bunch from the outside looking in, but things were not always as they seemed as several participants of a lavish destination-wedding holiday were walking a crooked path of denials, half-truths, and hidden agendas. There were frequent surprises and some will they/won’t they tease and tension to keep us guessing.