FINDING PERFECT by Colleen Hoover

From the sublime to the ridiculous. I’m often accused of being a snob here on Ants, so I thought I’d follow up a book by the latest Nobel laureate with… well… the furthest thing I can imagine from that. Enter Colleen Hoover, the bazillion-copy-selling self-published-to-mega deal success story of recent times. Now, I suspect I’m not exactly Hoover’s target audience, but what the heck. Who doesn’t love the smell of evisceration in the morning?

Except… Hoover doesn’t suck (#sorrynotsorry). Finding Perfect possesses a certain charm beyond its cringey, sweet simplicity. From what I gather, it’s the coda to a four book cycle about teen lovers, Daniel and Six. Somewhere in those earlier books, they drunkenly shag in a closet without knowing who the other one is. Six falls pregnant and gives the baby up for adoption. Later Daniel and Six fall in love and figure out what’s happened. In Finding Perfect, they set out to find the child. And it’s almost Thanksgiving.

Oh, yes. Cliche abounds and the the treacle boils so hot it wafts its sticky gloss over your eyes. But it doesn’t aspire to more, and is still better than that godawful Spaceballs. So that’s something.

Finding Perfect by Colleen Hoover
Simon & Schuster, 2018
83 pages