I’m So Happy For You: A Novel About Best Friends
By Lucinda Rosenfeld
Reviewed by Jill
Synopsis- What if your best friend, whom you’ve always counted on to flounder in life and love (making your own modest accomplishments look not so bad), suddenly starts to surpass you in every way?
Wendy’s best friend, Daphne, has always been dependably prone to catastrophe. And Wendy has always been there to help. If Daphne veers from suicidal to madly in love, Wendy offers encouragement. But when Daphne is suddenly engaged, pregnant, and decorating a fabulous town house in no time at all, Wendy is…not so happy for her. Caught between wanting to be the best friend she prides herself on being and crippling jealousy of flighty Daphne, Wendy takes things to the extreme, waging a full-scale attack on her best friend-all the while wearing her best, I’m-so-happy-for-you smile-and ends up in way over her head.
Rosenfeld has a knack for exposing the not-always-pretty side of being best friends–in writing that is glittering and diamond-sharp. I’M SO HAPPY FOR YOU is a smart, darkly humorous, and uncannily dead-on novel about female friendship.
I originally read this book because I thought it would be a cute/ funny story about the complex relationship between ”frienemies”. Not that all Chick-lit books have to be about Macarons and Manolo’s, but the book was described as an “uncannily dead-on novel about female friendship”. So I assumed some actual friendship would be involved.
Overall, the book seemed hollow and empty. I’m So Happy For You didn’t seem as if it was about friendship at all. In fact, it seemed like Wendy hated Daphne. It didn’t make sense to me why, if she felt so insecure and miserable by this person, Wendy would have continued to be friends with Daphne at all. At one point in the novel she genuinely believed that Daphne was sleeping with her husband, and continues to passive aggressively be cordial with her. Even though at the end, it turned out to be a misunderstanding (of course).
The one thing that the book did get right, is how some friendships in NYC can be either one-sided, or make it through the years strictly out of convenience, but I am sure that can happen anywhere you live.
I felt it lacked any depth or real emotion behind the characters. The book is described as “darkly-humorous”. I can agree with the first part, it definitely was dark.