Abbie Carter felt doomed as she clutched her bouquet and started walking up the aisle. Again. She felt like she was stuck in some kind of Groundhog Day wedding nightmare. Always the bridesmaid, never the bride. Eight dresses, most of them hideous, were already stuffed in her attic space. She had more bridesmaid dresses than relationships. Was she really that unlucky in love? She despaired of ever finding her soul mate and was convinced that if she packed away dress thirteen in her attic, she’d never get to wear the coveted white one and have her happy ever after.
That was until she locked eyes with one of the handsome ushers, whose wink turned her elegant and well-practiced glide up the aisle into a flailing Bambi-on-ice spectacle. Miller Davis was the first man in forever to make her heart skip a beat, as well as her legs turn to jelly. And, for once, her interest in a man didn’t seem to be one-sided. It was just a shame that the Atlantic Ocean separated them. Abbie couldn’t even make a relationship with her elderly fat pooch, Sumo, work, so what chance did she have with a permanent New Yorker? Her best friend, Georgie, told her to ignore the miles that separated her from Miller and to go for it, saying that true love knew no bounds.
Was Abbie fated to always be the bridesmaid, or would her wish for the perfect day with the man of her dreams ever come true?
While Never The Bride will be a standalone story, it’s the first in the Dilbury Village series of romantic comedy novels. All of them will be set in the quaint fictitious English hamlet in the Shropshire countryside, but feature a different village couples’ story.
Reviewing a book like this is difficult. I loved the premise in the blurb as I love quirky towns filled with quirky townspeople. If I said Northern Exposure and Gilmore Girls are two of my favorite TV series of all time, does that give you an idea?
Unfortunately, the quirkiness of the characters was less quirky and more caricature. The characters didn’t seem real in any way, shape, or form. Abbie, the heroine, had disasters that just felt too over the top. From her bridesmaid-dress problem at the beginning to her tripping during the wedding to her choosing the wrong dress at the end of the book. And the hero felt more like a fairytale beau and not a real person. He was a one-dimensional hero. Miller lacked depth.
But the worst part for me was the use… no, overuse of bodily humor. From Sumo’s over-emphasized flatulence problem to Daphne’s burping to the double entendres about Abbie’s bush, it was just too much for me. If you enjoy that kind of humor, you might love it. I did not.