#bookreview The Unhoneymooners by Christina Lauren

Synopsis:

Olive is always unlucky; her identical twin sister Ami, on the other hand, is probably the luckiest person in the world. While she’s about to marry her dream man, Olive is forced to play nice with her nemesis: the best man, Ethan.

Yet Olive’s luck may be on the turn . . . When the entire wedding – except for Olive and Ethan – gets food poisoning, there’s an all-expenses-paid honeymoon in Hawaii up for grabs. Putting their mutual hatred aside, Olive and Ethan head for paradise. But when Olive runs into her future boss, the little white lie she tells him spirals out of control.

Forced to play loving newlyweds, she and Ethan find themselves in closer proximity than they ever expected. Soon, Olive finds that maybe she doesn’t mind pretending. In fact, she’s beginning to feel kind of . . . lucky.

My reading experience:

I haven’t laughed out loud reading a book so much since I read Helen Fielding’s Mad about the boy.

So as a twin who gets along with her sister really well at first reading this I was mildly offended. Until I remembered that not all twins are similar or even like each other. At that point Ami and Olive became real people. But this story isn’t about them. This story is about Olive and her comedic observations on life and blundering actions in her own. Sweet youth! Enter stage right, the charming Ethan. Perfect storm. Off they go on the honeymoon that should have been Ami’s and discover that passionate hate can actually sometimes be … well… passion.

I highly recommend this book to lift your spirits, spark joy in your day and generally do more for your wellbeing than that giant bar of Cadburys.

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