Insanity lives best on the pages of a book. I say this now because the only way to describe the characters in this book. They are completely insane. Insane in a lovable way. Which is exactly how the author intended. The main character does so many things that so many have been arrested for previously. Breaking and entering, impersonating a psychic, stealing cars and laundry from laundry rooms have all led to jail time if my recent world news events are true stories. Yet the main character commits insane crimes in a way that no longer makes them seem criminal or insane. Which, at some point I tired of but at others loved her for.

Dr. B once described a friend has “the most self-aware delusional person he knew.” This book gives that description so much more context.

Female romance writers have been casting ridiculous characters that do ridiculous things for love for as long as Jane Austin invented the art love. The characters inevitably lose something they love or are cast aside carelessly. Undeniably the female lead wants their lost love back and circles extremes and, borders on criminality to get their love returned to them. Undoubtedly they found they made the wrong decision (which is so true and the reason why divorce rates are so high). Finally they find the love of their life in another obvious yet, unknowable way. Such is the nature of the romance novel. Such is the nature of this one; and we must love it for what it is and expect nothing else. Less, we ruin the experience.

The author does an almost methodical job of cleverly highlighting a general zodiac prediction at the beginning of each new chapter. One must think that she might be a Virgo or some other methodical earth sign that lends itself to organization and strict detail. Each chapter is short and concise which someone lying on the beach with a long straw attached to a margarita would appreciate. More and shorter chapters means more naps and more time to stop and stare at the cabana boy as he brings you a refreshing beverage while clad in a loin cloth and covered in baby oil.

How could one be disappointment by this?