Sarai is the one to blame for this post about "The Perfect Man" by Sheila O'Flanagan. She gave me this book as a present from London... Although it took me two months to read the first third (it starts kinda slow), I've read the rest in just two days. I was literally glued to the pages of this book... I read half in my second visit this week to Cristina Enea Park and the rest this morning... putting off everything else... buffff
In my opinion... the story line is not that original, the writing is cheesy, the development of the plot very slow, predictable and, the fact that many scenes of the book take place in the south of Spain, in a tiny village of Málaga, sometimes made me a little bit uncomfortable - made me wonder if the author actually knows what she's writing about... "Sierra Bonita", really? really?
However, it also talks about Dublin and Ireland... And one of the characters is half Irish, half Spanish... Who made me think of someone very dear to me. Moreover, the emotional evolution of the characters is brilliant - I really enjoyed all the subtle, believable changes throughout the novel. Lastly, it is romantic... And hadn't read a chick-flicky-bestseller in years... It was good for me - These last six months I actually forgot there exists something called "romance" out there...
**To Sarai: If this book was part of a strategy to stop this year's ongoing personal-emotional transformation into Samantha Jones... you were smart my friend, very smart... Thank you very much. I love you.
PS - The title is a link to O'Flanagan's official site. It has a very cute-very British ad about the book :)
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