Attachments by Rainbow Rowell
or: Awwww. Damn, why do I feel overburdened with estrogen?
Synopsis: “Hi, I’m the guy who reads your e-mail, and also, I love you . . . ” Beth Fremont and Jennifer Scribner-Snyder know that somebody is monitoring their work e-mail. (Everybody in the newsroom knows. It’s company policy.) But they can’t quite bring themselves to take it seriously. They go on sending each other endless and endlessly hilarious e-mails, discussing every aspect of their personal lives. Meanwhile, Lincoln O’Neill can’t believe this is his job now- reading other people’s e-mail. When he applied to be “internet security officer,” he pictured himself building firewalls and crushing hackers- not writing up a report every time a sports reporter forwards a dirty joke. When Lincoln comes across Beth’s and Jennifer’s messages, he knows he should turn them in. But he can’t help being entertained-and captivated-by their stories. By the time Lincoln realizes he’s falling for Beth, it’s way too late to introduce himself. What would he say . . . ?
Every now and then you just need one of those feel good stories that gives you the warm fuzzies. This is attachments.
Don’t particularly expect any deep sort of commentary on anything, but read it to just simply get swept up in a sweet and believable romance.
That’s Rowell’s strength, writing relatable stories that are just enjoyable to read.
Set at the beginning of the new millennium (begins in 1999 and moves on to 2001), this is a great shoot back in time but its not overwhelmingly jarring. While Lincoln’s (the protagonist) problems stem from the beginning of the century’s problems getting used to the new technology of inter-office emails, the story feels fresh and not beyond reach.
I fell in love with Rainbow Rowell when I read Fangirl, and have since tried to read her work whenever I could. Eleanor and Park was a bit of a miss for me but Attachments was a beautiful story and I loved every second of it.
With immensely likable characters, the story flowed so smoothly and silky (almost like that french silk pie. yum! Thanks Rowell, guess what I’m now craving) that I often jolted back into reality and wondered where the hours went.
I burned through this book and fell in love with Beth, Jennifer and Lincoln and not to mention Doris. There are no confusing unnecessary subplots or unnecessary love triangles and while its so far from my usual genre, its refreshing rather than jarring.
Rowell’s quick wit is a joy and her empathy with the more darker sides of reality is comforting.
This is definitely one of my top books that I have read so far this year.