Two summers ago, I couldn't put down Gillies first memoir, Happens Every Day, which chronicled the abrupt demise of her first marriage. When I heard she had written a sequel about finding love a second time I looked forward to reading it.
This book picks up where the last one left off - Gillies is arriving in Manhattan, two toddlers in tow, to move in with her parents. The first half of the book was similar to her first book; Gillies remains charming, modest, and honest. I cheered for her when she accomplished victories like getting her son into a preschool mid-year, and I felt for her when she stumbled, like when she misunderstood her husband and thought he wanted to get back together.
However I didn't really enjoy the end of the book. About two-thirds of the way through, after a series of unsuccessful dates she meets a friend-of-a-friend named Peter and immediately falls in love. In what seems like just months (I think that's true, actually), she is married to Peter and joining their families together. I don't know if it was because I thought it was too fast, or Gillies thought it was too fast, but I fould the writing about this part of her life hurried, and defensive. She breezes through the decision-making, the therapy, and the new life in a way that seemed unsustainable.
Hopefully her new marriage will be successful and long. I'd enjoy reading another book by her about her adventures in blending her family with Peter's.
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