Romantic Disappointment #OneDay

Posted on 6th November 2010 in book review/ david nicholls/ one day

If you haven’t already read ONE DAY – please be aware that this blog post is one dirty great big #spoiler – you’ve been warned.

I heard that One Day by David Nicholls was meant to be a great romantic novel.

It had all the right components, ‘2 people, 20 years, one day’ – bit of bad timing, separation, both each wanting the other, not brave enough to confront it, ending up with other people – but would they, could they end up together? It was all there. It had promise.

I like a bit of romance. Don’t usually read romantic novels as a rule but secretly I’m a sucker for romantic nonsense. I adored the ‘staring intensely’ in Twilight, all that gazing into each other’s eyes *sigh*.

I actually bought this book for my stepmum, who has read it and now given it to me to read. I probably would never have bought it to read myself.

So I geared myself up for a soul searching read that would sweep me off my feet in a flurry of unrequited love, steamy moments, aching hearts and ¬†pent up emotions. Fully expecting a book so drenched in perfect romance that I would look at my own relationship and say ‘meh’.

Having finished the book I am cross. Yes, cross. Romantic my arse. I waded through the first few chapters, they were the build up, the bits where the couple ‘missed’ each other. The girl clearly adored the boy. The boy was a bit arrogant, a serial shagger who invested too much time and money into women, wine and coke.

The girl had a ‘safe’ but unsatisfactory relationship with someone else.

The boy ended up marrying someone and having a baby.

All the while they kept in touch – yet never quite actually acknowledged that they wanted each other. WHY?!

There was a glimmer of hope at one point where the boy did actually acknowledge that it ‘had always been the girl, always had, always would be’ but by the time that came I was already a bit miffed at quite how long it had taken him to realise – and that he’d only realised it once his tv career had faded, he’d stuffed up a million other relationships and got a failed marriage under his belt.

But, just to add insult to injury, when they do finally get it together. They can’t conceive which puts a strain on their relationship.

And then, ready for this?

She dies.

Yes, she dies, leaving him a mess at age 40 something.

Where is the bloody message in that?!

Rant over.

I did however think it was well written – maybe it was my expectation of the book that was at fault rather than the book itself?

Life’s too short huh.

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  • Reply andy johnson 6th November 2010 at 7:03 pm

    Sounds like you need some romance!

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