Imagine your name is John Lennon, only everyone calls you Beatle.
And then you meet your Dream girl and her name is Destiny McCartney.
But what if you’re already with the perfect girl?
A novel about change, chance and everybody doing the wrong thing.
Two assumptions made the beginning of this book really confusing for me:
- The assumption that the John Lennon that this book was talking about was the John Lennon who was in the Beatles. I like some of the Beatles songs and I can recognize most of their songs by the sound or title, but I’m not an avid Beatles fan in any way. I know next to nothing of their personal relationships, family or history. So it was fairly easy to imagine that a real girl named Destiny McCartney had a real relationship with the singer/songwriter John Lennon, considering that I didn’t know much about this book. It might’ve helped if somewhere in the blurb, it would be mentioned that this was an aussie novel–and not one set in Liverpool.
- Frank. “All the kids in my family have named that ‘mean’ something,” she was saying, putting her hands up on either side of her face and jabbing her fingers down quickly, twice, to make quote marks. “First there’s Grace. She’s the oldest. Then Prudence, Patience, Frank, Faith, Charity, Hope, me. I get the hippy, trippy name.” She rose her eyes to the heavens. “And then Ernest.” When I read that passage by Destiny for the first time, mentally, I was saying, “Wait, wait, wait. Hold up. You’ve got Prudence, Patience, Faith, Charity, Hope, Ernest, Destiny and then you get Frank?!” I thought that Gabrielle Williams might as well have been saying Prudence, Patience, Faith, Charity, Hope, Ernest, Destiny and Bob. It was about twenty pages later that I realized that it was Frank. As in blunt. Direct. Straightforward.
After that, the book was fairly enjoyable. I liked the humor in this book and although it isn’t my favorite aussie book, it is pretty great.
One thing about this book: the drama element.
For some reason, I don’t like drama in books–though I can see it dramas and movies and be completely fine. I know it doesn’t make sense. It should be the other way around. I mean–in movies and tv series, you can actually see the raw emotions being played out before you. In books, you have only your imagination. But I’ve found that my imagination can really mess me up. Don’t believe me? Just Google creepypasta jeff the killer. (Don’t read it if you can’t stomach scary stuff.)
Ginger Scott created one of the first dramas I didn’t hate in Waiting on the Sidelines. And this book was good. The drama element didn’t necessarily take over the whole book, but it was a big theme to this book. And I think that’s why I couldn’t fully appreciate this story. In fact, I feel like I should’ve liked it more. But as the decisions of the characters and some of the drama got to me, I could feel my excitement about this book fading.
This book wasn’t bad. I liked Beatle and I thought he was really funny. Cilla was good and Destiny was okay. All in all, Destiny might’ve been my least favorite character, but I still really liked moments of her in this story. This book just wasn’t for me. If you liked WAITING ON THE SIDELINES, you should try this story. 3.5 stars.
By the way, really like the cover:
pg count for the paperback: 291
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