With that said, it also wasn’t a very good book. Not only does main character Ashleigh have a name that uses the most annoying spelling possible, but she doesn’t manage to be likable, either. She has recently been dumped by a guy who’ve she’s convinced herself is “the one.” Her friends try to convince herself otherwise, but she doesn’t listen. In the process, she loses her job and practically her mind. Now, I know that the reality of break-ups are harsh and it’s not the best time to meet or get to know a person, but I just couldn’t fathom that Ashleigh had any personality besides pathetic bitch. In all honesty, reading–or even watching–about the breakup just might not be my thing. I kind of don’t want to read about someone’s childish behavior and self-loathing. It’s just one part of the human experience that isn’t so awesome.
Of course, in the end, the tide magically turns and Ashleigh winds up on top of the world, despite the fact that she did almost nothing to improve her own situation. She winds up accidentally happy. Talk about an external locust of identity, eh? The best part of this book is when she winds up taking sweet revenge on her ex, but that’s toward the end, and everything seems to happen so quickly.
I probably enjoyed noting the difference between UK and US English more than I enjoyed the plot, and that says a lot. I don’t read a lot of chick lit, so I can’t say if it’s this book alone or the genre in general, but it seems like even fans of the author, Christ Mansby, weren’t so impressed. My impression of Getting Over Mr. Right? Pass it up, so you don’t have to get over it at all.