Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Goodnight Tweetheart by Teresa Medeiros

Abigail Donovan has a lot of stuff she should be doing. Namely writing her next novel. A bestselling author who is still recovering from a near Pulitzer Prize win and the heady success that follows Oprah'stamp of approval, she is stuck at Chapter Five and losing confidence daily. But when her publicist signs her up for a Twitter account, she's intrigued. What's all the fuss? Taken under the wing of one of her Twitter followers, "MarkBaynard", a quick witted, quick-typing professor on sabbatical, Abby finds it easy to put words out into the world 140 characters at a time. And once she gets a handle on tweets, retweets, direct messages, hashtags, and trends, she starts to feel unblocked in writing and in life. After all, why should she be spending hours in her apartment staring at her TweetDeck and fretting about her stalled career when Mark is out there traveling the world and livingOr is he? Told almost entirely in tweets and DMs, Goodnight Tweetheart is a truly modern take on a classic tale of love and loss, a Griffin and Sabine for the Twitter generation. (from Goodreads)

Flo's Review
I'm obsessed with Twitter. So when I saw this book and discovered that it was a love story over Twitter, I was excited about it. I thought it would be super cute! Kind of like the movie "You've Got Mail," but the 2013 version instead of the 1996 one. (When did "You've Got Mail" come out?)

Unfortunately, this book didn't do it for me at all. Abigail is extremely melodramatic and just needs to make herself write. Since I consider myself a writer, follow a lot of writer on Twitter, and have writer friends, I know that if you have writer's block -- you just have to write through it. Ever hear of the Vomit Out draft? You just need to do it. So all of Abigail's "blah I just sit here all day and can't write my second great book and blah and my first book was so great but now I can't get past this chapter blah" -- it just kind of made her seem....not like a writer. And like she was making a mountain out of a molehill. 

Then there's Mark. These are supposed to be two adults but they're all, "Let's go on a Twitter date!" And they do it. I was doing that stuff (not on Twitter, mind you, but on AOL chat room. And I just dated myself.) when I was in high school. 

I thought that the Twitter conversations would be cute and make for a fun read, but I also thought there was too much. Pages and pages of Abigail and Mark talking about nothing.

I'm sorry, but this book just didn't do it for me.

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