Synopsis:
Despite being both beautiful and smart, former teen beauty Sasha’s love life is a shambles, and–even worse–she’s approaching 30 with rapid speed.
Review:
I usually don’t say blank is the new blank, but I’ve never been more glad that 30 is the new 20 than after reading this depressing book. When I was in my 20s, I was looking forward to 30, because I had a sense from the women around me that 30 meant a break from a lot of the angst and agita I was dealing with. And I was right. Not that being in my 30s doesn’t have its own challenges, but at least I’m not up with the screaming meemies at 3 a.m. wondering who I am and if I’ll ever be happy. I’ve learned to make happy happen for myself. And I’m pretty darn good at it. Continue reading
