Summary (from Goodreads):
“Harriet, the author of her college newspaper’s pseudonymous student advice column “Dear Emma,” is great at telling others what to do, dispensing wisdom for the lovelorn and lonely on her Midwestern campus. Somehow, though, she can’t take her own advice, especially after Keith, the guy she’s dating, blows her off completely. When Harriet discovers that Keith has started seeing the beautiful and intimidating Remy, she wants to hate her. But she can’t help warming to Remy, who soon writes to “Dear Emma” asking for romantic advice.
Now Harriet has the perfect opportunity to take revenge on the person who broke her heart. But as she begins to doubt her own motivations and presumably faultless guidance, she’s forced to question how much she really knows about love, friendship and well-meaning advice.”
Oh, I love this book. When I read the description, I thought that it would be a sweet, fun read and that it would be something I could just breeze through and enjoy, then move on to the next.
It was sweet and fun, yes, but can I just say how much I identify with Harriet?
Harriet is one of those people who overthinks EVERYTHING. If you are one of her friends, you can expect to be asked to help interpret texts and emails, and what exactly an emoticon signifies. Is there a hidden meaning there?
And if you rolled your eyes, we should probably not be friends, because I do that too.
AND she writes an advice column, which I think would be the most fun ever. So yes, I was practically predisposed to love this book.
But I did. And odds are, you will, too. It’s smart and funny and sweet and just really, really good.