“This is the classic tale of boy meets girl: Girl…goes home with someone else.
Meet Eve. She’s a dreamer, a feeler, a careening well of sensitivities who can’t quite keep her feet on the ground, or steer clear of trouble. She’s a laugher, a crier, a quirky and quick-witted bleeding-heart-worrier.
Meet Ben. He’s an engineer, an expert at leveling floors who likes order, structure, and straight lines. He doesn’t opine, he doesn’t ruminate, he doesn’t simmer until he boils over.
So naturally, when the two first cross paths, sparks don’t exactly fly. But then they meet again. And again. And then, finally, they find themselves with a deep yet fragile connection that will change the course of their relationship—possibly forever.
Follow Eve and Ben as they navigate their twenties on a winding journey through first jobs, first dates, and first breakups; through first reunions, first betrayals and, maybe, first love. This is When Harry Met Sally reimagined; a charming tale told from two unapologetically original points of view. With an acerbic edge and heartwarming humor, debut novelist Leslie Cohen takes us on a tour of what life looks like when it doesn’t go according to plan, and explores the complexity, chaos, and comedy in finding a relationship built to last.”
For some critically considered thoughts on the book, it’s probably best to watch the video. These written words will be different. Not to make it all about me, but I’m ready to get personal. What is it that they say? Vulnerability is a good thing?
In This Love Story Will Self-Destruct, Eve has experienced loss in a way that makes her hesitant to embrace anything worthwhile in life. The desire to control how much pain she has yet to experience, Eve has become a young woman victimized by anxiety and troubled by a chaotic mind. I’ve so been there, girl.
I related more to Eve than most other characters in the books I’ve read. I’m sure that made this a more enjoyable experience for me, even if some of her behavior did resurrect some cringe worth memories. I know that people who can’t relate to Eve will struggle, not only to understand her but to tolerate her really. At one point, Eve herself mentions her need to find someone broken because only they could survive loving her. (I may have paraphrased that a tad.) Other reviewers have described the character of Eve as insufferable, annoying, a horrible person, etc. It’s strange to think they may have thought the same of the 20-year-old me.
I’d like to say I’ve grown out of those insecurities. I have found my Ben. And like Ben, my husband is reliable, patient, steady, down to earth, and loving without being smothering. He is exactly what a girl like Eve needs. We don’t suffer from self-esteem issues as much as we do the resignation that greatness will hurt us. Do we grab greatness or do we run from it to save ourselves?
That is the question that Eve answers for herself in this book.
That is the question that I finally have answered in my late thirties.