I've been curious about Jen Doll's book for a while and she seems like an interesting woman so I checked off 'written by a female author' and saved the date. I was honestly a bit underwhelmed. For all the weddings she attended, I expected more emotion, more drama, and a bit more cohesion to the story of the rest of her life. I felt like Doll was playing everything very close to her chest, not letting us see too far into her world.
This reserved feeling was aided by the formal tone she took. It didn't feel like I was getting someone's life story but reading an essay from the New Yorker. I didn't feel like she was confiding in me or telling me the whole truth. Maybe that was just the nature of a memoir told about pieces of someone's life rather than the whole story. Maybe Doll wanted to keep some of it for herself.
Despite how often I heard about Ginny and knew the importance of Doll's loss of that friendship, there was almost no information about it. Ginny's husband was a jerk and had even talked about divorcing him with her parents but the reader's have no idea why. Whatever crimes her husband committed against her, Doll never gave the reader any details, any reason to hate him as much as she did. This felt like a big apology to Ginny.
It was an entertaining memoir but not as interesting as I expected.
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