by Abbi Waxman
Rating: ★★★★½
isbn: 9781472266217
Publication Date: July 9, 2019
Pages: 335
Genre: Fiction
Publisher: Headline Review
Meet Nina Hill: A young woman supremely confident in her own... shell.
Nina has her life just as she wants it: a job in a bookstore, an excellent trivia team and a cat named Phil. If she sometimes suspects there might be more to life than reading, she just shrugs and picks up a new book.So when the father she never knew existed dies, leaving behind innumerable sisters, brothers, nieces, and nephews, Nina is horrified. They all live close by! She'll have to Speak. To. Strangers.
And if that wasn't enough, Tom, her trivia nemesis, has turned out to be cute, funny and interested in getting to know her...
It's time for Nina to turn her own fresh page, and find out if real life can ever live up to fiction...
Back when I read The Garden of Small Beginnings, I realised I’d read Abbi Waxman before, but I could find no record of my reading The Bookish Life of Nina Hill. This drove me more than a little cray-cray at the time because I remembered reading the book; I distinctly remembered many, many plot points. But nowhere on my too-many book sites was there any record of it. I did finally find the book on my bookshelves (the Read bookshelves), and accepted the fact that I must have read it during the Great Reading Slump of 2020, and it fell through the cracks of my book-life despondency, never to be acknowledged until now.
I’ve recently ordered Adult Assembly Required, and as it involves a few of the characters from Nina Hill, I thought now would be a good time to re-read tBLoNH.
I love this book. Waxman writes incredibly likeable characters, laugh-out-loud dialog that’s witty as hell, and buried at exactly the right depth in all this sunshine-y fun is the acknowledgment of Very Real Life in the form of crippling anxiety. Nothing is downplayed or made light of, but it’s not turned into a massive melodrama either. I don’t have crippling anxiety, but Nina Hill and I share a lot of other character traits (actually, I probably fall closer to Lydia, her niece, but never mind), and I’d like to think that if I did have crippling anxiety, I’d handle it with the same optimism and humor Nina Hill does, even if she sometimes visits self-denial-land more often that she should.
My loquaciousness is still sleeping off the 3 day weekend, so that’s really all I’ve got. It was a great book, even the second time around, and a lot of fun to read. I can’t wait for Adult Assembly Required to arrive, and in the meantime, I’ll likely re-read The Garden of Small Beginnings too.