Devi Nair
Let’s be real: this book and I had a rocky start. When I first started reading Finlay, the “how did my life get like this?” vibe felt more exhausting than endearing, and I almost quit. But on my second shot, this time via audiobook, Angela Dawe’s narration roped me in. She gives Finlay just the right dose of frantic charm, making the chaos feel fun instead of frustrating. Suddenly, every wild twist and near-miss felt like watching a sitcom – bingeable, improbably, and surprisingly addictive.
The plot? Total rollercoaster. Cosimano keeps you flipping between laughter and facepalms, with Finlay surfing through disaster after disaster on a wave of sheer luck. I started keeping mental tally on impossibly convenient escapes, then gave up, because that’s half the joke. It’s part mommy-drama, part caper, and Dawe nails the vibe, dialing up the madcap energy without ever losing the thread. Did I believe half of what happened? Not a chance. Was I entertained? Almost.
That cliffhanger ending? Annoying but effective. I’m equal parts frustrated by the “how is she not in jail?” energy and weirdly tempted to pick up the sequel, if only to see what mess Finlay blunders into next.
Originally posted at viewsshewrites.wordpress.com.
Let’s be real: this book and I had a rocky start. When I first started reading Finlay, the “how did my life get like this?” vibe felt more exhausting than endearing, and I almost quit. But on my second shot, this time via audiobook, Angela Dawe’s narration roped me in. She gives Finlay just the right dose of frantic charm, making the chaos feel fun instead of frustrating. Suddenly, every wild twist and near-miss felt like watching a sitcom – bingeable, improbably, and surprisingly addictive.
The plot? Total rollercoaster. Cosimano keeps you flipping between laughter and facepalms, with Finlay surfing through disaster after disaster on a wave of sheer luck. I started keeping mental tally on impossibly convenient escapes, then gave up, because that’s half the joke. It’s part mommy-drama, part caper, and Dawe nails the vibe, dialing up the madcap energy without ever losing the thread. Did I believe half of what happened? Not a chance. Was I entertained? Almost.
That cliffhanger ending? Annoying but effective. I’m equal parts frustrated by the “how is she not in jail?” energy and weirdly tempted to pick up the sequel, if only to see what mess Finlay blunders into next.
Originally posted at viewsshewrites.wordpress.com.