I love to watch Romantic Comedies: I've not really ever read them. Bridget Jones's Diary excepted. This is what I
The Boy Next Door suckered me in and spat me out at the other end as marginally converted. It did that first by being epistolary. Written entirely through emails. Cleverly. It portrayed character, relationship, tone and action without ever putting two people together on the same page. Being a heavy subscriber to the word-quirky, I was won over immediately. Then it threw in several sub-plots—including suspense. If you are still reading this I am guessing you know what you are getting into and so I don't need to tell you that plot-outlining spoilers follow. Perpetually late Gossip columnist and Winona Ryder afficionado, Mel, is late again to work after she finds her cranky and elderly neighbour assaulted and unconscious in the flat next door. While her neighbour lies in a coma, someone has to look after her pets, and if Mel is to keep her job, she needs to get hold of her neighbour's nephew. The nephew turns out be quite the catch for jaded-in-the-boy-department Mel. But is he all he appears to be? And is there something more to what happened to the neighbour in the first place? There is a serial murderer running around NYC after all. Sure, it was a little twee. A tab predictable. A smidge cheesy. And possessing of a typically Rom-Com ending. But I gleefully picked up my iPad and hit the Scribd app at any possible opportunity. That's not a bad thing. I don't know how quickly I will jump on the Rom-Com reading wagon again, but I am not as cynical as I was.
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