“To the world’s most perfect woman.” It was lucky my father was not present. Perfect is an absolute that cannot be modified, like unique or pregnant. My love for Rosie was so powerful that it had caused my brain to make a grammatical error.
This delightful novel does not rise to the height set by its predecessor, The Rosie Project, nor does it disappoint. I thoroughly enjoy Don Tillman’s struggle to navigate the new interpersonal dynamic thrust upon him by Rosie’s unexpected pregnancy. I enjoyed Don’s new friends and his interactions in the workplace as well as his observations as a bar tender.
The layered disasters that resulted from his unique behavior and world view are less ably constructed. Too many moments that were brilliantly comic (Don’s arrest in the park) were then drawn out. And some are not capitalized on enough (Lesbian Mothers Project).
But there are so many gems that I couldn’t put the book down. I would eagerly pick up another book about Don Tillman.
“I thought you were happy about having a baby.” I was happy in the way that I would be happy if the captain of an aircraft in which I was travelling announced that he had succeeded in restarting one engine after both had failed. Pleased that I would now probably survive, but shocked that the situation had arisen in the first place, and expecting a thorough investigation into the circumstances.