I should have known – I lost my entire post about Goodnight Nobody. That’s a sign that I either shouldn’t speak badly about Jennifer Weiner and nobody cares about my half-hearted boycott of her work or that my boycott should be more than half-hearted.
Goodnight Nobody was no Good in Bed, nor was it any In Her Shoes. It wasn’t even a Little Earthquakes. It was ok. Nothing to write home about or to convince others to read. It isn’t making me regret my decision to drop Jennifer Weiner as my favorite chick lit author or my decision not to rush out and get her books as soon as they hit bookstores. No, I’m not going to change my mind about her book of short stories either.
Goodnight Nobody was ok. Not great, but ok.
I really rather disliked Goodnight Nobody. I’ve actually told people not to read it. Didn’t I tell you not to bother reading it?
I don’t have any plans to run out and get her short stories. But I’m not a big short story person anyway so that’s probably not a surprise.