Daisy Dooley Does Divorce
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Publisher Description
For Daisy Dooley, the only thing worse than being 39 and single is being 39 and divorced. A self-professed self-help addict, Daisy leaves the marriage she thought would forever rescue her from the angst of will he or won't he call, coping with painful setups from well-meaning friends, and lonely Saturday nights, only to return to the painful--and painfully funny--world of dating.
Supported by her two best friends, one commitment-phobic single serial dater and one picture perfect happy wife and mother of two whose marriage sets the standard in happy marriages--at least from the outside--Daisy must find her way back through the awkward mating rituals that accompany relationships with the post-divorcee rebound man, and the passionate tweny-something eager to date a "mature woman," and battle the longing to be with the one true love who eluded her years before.
In the end, Daisy Dooley does date who she deserves, and delivers a lot of laughs and lessons along the way.
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
The title is a hint of what to expect in this frustrating traipse through divorcedom from the great niece of that guy who wrote Dr. Zhivago. Originally released in the U.K. as the novelization of Pasternak's Daily Mail column, the novel stars Daisy Dooley, a 39-year-old "dopey divorc e" searching for a man unlike the "dodgy men with dire agendas" that dominated her past. Since Daisy stopped working to please her husband, she now lives with her mother and her dachsunds named Dougie, Donald, Dominic, Doughnut, Des, Deborah, Desdemona, Diandra, Dennis, Dusty and so on. She has the inevitable "girlie gossip and giggle" with her married friend Lucy and her commitment-phobic pal Jess. Then there's her best male friend, Miles, a "rollickingly rich" philanderer. As Daisy plunges into the dating pool, looking up old flames and embarking on disastrous affairs, Pasternak eventually gets into the meat of a conventional chick-lit story, but by then it's too late to reverse the uneasy feeling that another annoying alliterative bomb will explode. (It will.) There are enough dopey characters to populate a sitcom (one is currently in development with ABC), but the reading experience is less than exhilarating.
