Review: It’s Not My Favorite

It’s Not My Favorite by Rue
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

It's Not My FavoriteThe Hutchinson sisters grew up under the piercing, pious stare of a preacher’s wife. Plagued by her ever-disappointed refrain, “Well, it’s not my favorite.” Their search to find their own way in the world has not been a screaming success.
Gwenn is a good girl, a responsible girl…a miserable girl. Her steady diet of vivid fantasies is the only part of her life she enjoys. She daydreams of new parents, a more exciting job and an actual love life. She struggles to run a business as The Organizer, while she stacks relationship carcasses in the closet of her own completely unorganized life. Her only real friend is her younger sister, Rachel.
Rachel is outgoing, risqué and happily gay. The only people who don’t know this little secret are her judgmental parents, Pastor Ed and Shirley. Rachel struggles mightily to dodge her mother’s constant attempts to set her up with “nice Christian boys”; while holding down a job at the bakery and keeping up with her rock-star girlfriend!

I would like to thank the author, Rue for giving me a feee copy in exchange for an honest review.

I liked the book overall and found it funny although some of the humour was a bit over the top for my reserved, English taste. I would probably rate it as 3.5 stars but not quite 4.

The place descriptions with added image links were a nice touch, although it was a shame Gwen didn’t explore new Zealand a bit more.

Most of the characters were likeable but my absolute favourite was Todd. I really, really want him as my assistant!

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