Thirty-Two Going on Spinster by Becky Monson
Julia Dorning is a spinster, or at least on the road to becoming one. She has no social life, hates her job, and lives in her parent’s basement with her cat, Charlie.
With the arrival of Jared Moody, the new hire at work, Julia’s mundane life is suddenly turned upside down. Her instant (and totally ridiculous) crush on the new guy causes Julia to finally make some long-overdue changes, in hopes to find a life that includes more than baking and hanging out with Charlie.
But when the biggest and most unexpected change comes, will the new and improved Julia be able to overcome it? Or will she go back to her spinster ways?
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My Review
What a fun, and funny, book! Julia is determined that she's on the road to becoming a spinster and uses everything in her life to support that theory. Isn't it true that if you're looking for something, you'll see it? To me, she just seems to be a woman who hates change and does everything in her power to keep things comfortable, even though she's a magnet for trouble. That trouble sure does keep her on her toes and provides the reader with a lot of hilarious moments.
Working at a job that she works to avoid, Julia and her friend, Brown, live for breaks, where they can be found gossiping and discussing life. Brown is a very no-nonsense friend, who doesn't beat around the bush, yet she and Julia compliment each other nicely. They have a great friendship.
When new employee, Jared arrives, he turns everything upside down for Julia and her neat little world. He's a great guy who pushes her. I waffled back and forth between wondering if things were all in Julia's head or not and it was very entertaining.
I really enjoyed the story and watching Julia realize there's more to life than life in the box, but I think I love the way she really cultivates a relationship with her sister. They've never really had one and it shows that it's never too late. I can't wait to read the next book in the series!
Content: mild language; no violence; mild kissing. Clean!
*I received a copy from the tour host in exchange for an honest review*
Excerpt:
“I feel that, as a friend, I need to tell you something,” Brown says to me as we
go outside to the smoking area. It’s near the end of the day and Mr. Nguyen had
a meeting, so I figured I could take a little break.
“What is it?” I ask, not truly caring. I am still annoyed with her. I want to say
something, but there is no point. She wouldn’t care anyway.
“Friends do not let friends go around with that,” she says, pointing to my upper
lip.
“What do you mean? Is there something on my lip?” I ask, walking over to the
door to see if I can see my reflection in the glass. I can’t see anything.
“Yes, there is something on your upper lip... hair.”
Whaaaaaaaaat? “Are you serious? I have a moustache?” My hand
immediately goes up to my mouth, covering it and my upper lip. “But... I... How
bad?” Somehow this is very fitting. A spinster with a moustache.
“Look, it’s not bad. And we do not call it a ‘moustache,’ it’s referred to
as ‘upper lip hair,’” says the perfectly-put-together prom queen. “You have sort
of... always had one. But it was always blonde hair, so I never said anything. But
now, all of the sudden, there are brown hairs as well as the blonde.”
I guess right now would be a good time to die. I mean, I recently had a
conversation with a good-looking man and this hasn’t happened in, well, over
a decade. And I realize it wasn’t a real conversation since I couldn’t say more
than three word sentences. But he was talking to me up-close and—oh my gosh,
he could have seen it. Of course he did because that is how my life goes. I am
an under-a-conference-table-hiding-deaf-mute-possibly-slow-spinster... with a
moustache. Next comes sagging boobs and trailer parks.
go outside to the smoking area. It’s near the end of the day and Mr. Nguyen had
a meeting, so I figured I could take a little break.
“What is it?” I ask, not truly caring. I am still annoyed with her. I want to say
something, but there is no point. She wouldn’t care anyway.
“Friends do not let friends go around with that,” she says, pointing to my upper
lip.
“What do you mean? Is there something on my lip?” I ask, walking over to the
door to see if I can see my reflection in the glass. I can’t see anything.
“Yes, there is something on your upper lip... hair.”
Whaaaaaaaaat? “Are you serious? I have a moustache?” My hand
immediately goes up to my mouth, covering it and my upper lip. “But... I... How
bad?” Somehow this is very fitting. A spinster with a moustache.
“Look, it’s not bad. And we do not call it a ‘moustache,’ it’s referred to
as ‘upper lip hair,’” says the perfectly-put-together prom queen. “You have sort
of... always had one. But it was always blonde hair, so I never said anything. But
now, all of the sudden, there are brown hairs as well as the blonde.”
I guess right now would be a good time to die. I mean, I recently had a
conversation with a good-looking man and this hasn’t happened in, well, over
a decade. And I realize it wasn’t a real conversation since I couldn’t say more
than three word sentences. But he was talking to me up-close and—oh my gosh,
he could have seen it. Of course he did because that is how my life goes. I am
an under-a-conference-table-hiding-deaf-mute-possibly-slow-spinster... with a
moustache. Next comes sagging boobs and trailer parks.
"Oh my, oh my. I have just finished wiping the tears of laughter from my eyes. This is seriously funny." ~Julie Darley (Never judge a Book by its Movie)
"This was a refreshing change of pace for me to read. Some good clean romance was found in it’s pages and that is a rare find these days. It was some great chick-lit. I would not have thought this was Becky’s debut book, it was so well done." ~Liberty Ann (SnifferWalkBooks)
Author Becky Monson
By day, Becky Monson is a mother of three young children, and a wife. By night, she escapes with reading books and writing. In her debut novel, Becky uses humor and true-life experiences to bring her characters to life. She loves all things chick-lit (movies, books, etc), and wishes she had a British accent. She has recently given up Diet Coke for the fiftieth time and is hopeful time will last... But it probably won't. Becky runs a large book club on Facebook called "This Chick Reads".
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