A review by nickscoby
Attachments by Rainbow Rowell

2.0

Honestly, this is all my fault. I really should not trust a grown woman named Rainbow. And I should've recalled how much I didn't like Eleanor & Park. And yet, I persisted. So there I was, plowing along with this reading like a socialite who just turned 21. I knew damn well that I was going to wake up with a terrible hangover and yet I kept drinking. For the first half, the book went down easy. I really didn't mind the lack of plot. But the book went from Quirky and Amusing to Awful in no time. Who sends four page long emails written single spaced? SERIOUSLY. And the ending is a joke. (I was pulling for Emilie instead) I'm done with you, Rainbow!