This book caught my eye on Good Reads, and on Paperback swap, I had it on my wish list for a long time, and was excited to get it. Not so much now. I can't finish it, and have been just skimming it to getting 3/4 through. What put me off? The three friends, are not friends at all in my mind. There was little if any, connection, or constant between the three. They did not delve into conversation like I know I would with friends, close friends, woman friends. Sex was not discussed, divulged, thrown around over their lattes. There was no real soul stirring admissions, only how each one was going to hide their true desires! These are friends? HA! It was barely hinted at, they were afraid of it! They were afraid of each other, and of themselves! They were terrified to look within, explore their own needs, heart needs, sex needs, excitement needs! I hated this. The book could have rocked if they bared their souls, admitted their desires, explored their fantasies. The coffee meetings could have filled way more of the pages than the mundane and unenthusiastic, colorless days of their miserable lives! They must have all been on Xanax or in a daze! They could have had such mesmerizing meetings, filled with robust French pressed mugs of hot delicious brew, explosive ideas about enriching their sensuality, their hopes and dreams, their bedrooms! They could have eaten scrambled eggs with hot sauce, grits with strawberry jam, and fresh squeezed orange juice, morning marguerites, and Bloody Mary's alongside cinnamon rolls drizzled with caramel sauce, spinach omelets on beautiful colorful Spanish Iron Stone ware, while talking about the other side of the sheets, or at least WANTING too! So disappointing. So blah and endlessly pointless. The three women barely connected with their husbands, their kids! The author did not show any deep agape love, familial love, concern, devotion. To the author, I ask you: Where is the emotion in this book? The color! The soul stirring needs and actions they took? For god sakes, the biggest risk they took was having their same kind of muffins grilled. Sad. Wow, sad. The only redeeming few pages were about Bridget and Luke at the restaurant. My god, a spark of color! A bit of dazzle! That gave me some hope, which was quickly dispelled. The Halloween party with the drunken Tamera and Aaron was so childish, and void of passion and human desire, that put it out of bounds for me to waste any further time on. I would have loved to have read that Jennifer and David's part went like: After David broke her heart in college, no explanation- no closure, he admits what a big mistake it was, he had discovered he loved her!-ok, so come on, Jen- lead him on, play him like he did YOU back then.....lead him to the pillows, open his desires and pull his freaking heartstrings till they sing....then cut him in half! Gut him like the bastard he is. Look him in the eye and tell him go cry to his sister who set up his failure of a marriage. This would have really been exploring what the human heart is capable of, where the innermost abilities of a woman's soul can go to. Make your case, girl! Sing your song! This would really help you KNOW if you married the right guy!
What a shame, because Friday Mornings at Nine could have been a life changer for the three woman, three men, and many readers.
What a shame, because Friday Mornings at Nine could have been a life changer for the three woman, three men, and many readers.
