August's Book Club: Just For the Summer By Abby Jimenez
Obnoxious billboards. Baby raccoons. A mom who goes to prison… and another who definitely should. Lice. Deep-rooted abandonment issues. And somehow—romance.
This book had it all, and I was hooked from page one.
One of the first questions that popped into my head:
“How do you even get kicked off Uber and Lyft?”
Then I found out... and I laughed for hours. Because yep, I’m pretty sure the same thing could happen to me.
It’s not all fun and chaos though. There’s a heart-wrenching story about a mother who has to leave her kids behind while serving 7 years in prison. The author manages to make it all play out inside a love story that somehow still works—beautifully.
What really struck me is how this book made me reflect on dating. The actual dates in the story are total disasters: picking lice, meeting the mom on date one, rescuing the drunk mom on date two… and yet, you root for these two. It reminded me that a great date has very little to do with what you do—and everything to do with who you're with.
In fact, after reading this, I opened Bumble again (Lord help us all), and it asked:
“What’s your idea of an ideal date?”
Here’s my answer, post-book:
“It doesn’t matter what we do—we could be drinking Natty Light and skinning possums—as long as we’re laughing and I don’t want the night to end… that’s the ideal.”
Another thing I loved? The author didn't sugarcoat the main character Emma’s past. She has baggage, and it’s all fleshed out. If it had just skipped to a tidy happy ending, it wouldn't have worked. There were a few unanswered questions, but overall, Emma faced her mess head-on, and I respected the hell out of that.
Book Club was a blast with this one. We swapped worst dates ever and bad mom stories like candy. And none of us realized it was book three in a series until the end—it stood completely on its own.
Which means… I’ll probably go back and read the first two.
Till next time —
Happy Reading,
Marsha
Our Book Club isn’t just a group of women sitting around laughing...
Okay, fine—it is a lot of that.
But it’s also so much more.
For me, this space was created by my girlfriends at a time when I needed it most.
That’s the heart of sisterhood: showing up, sharing stories, and holding space for each other—sometimes with wine, sometimes with tears, always with love.
Join me each week for updates on what we’re reading and how it inevitably weaves itself into the chaos of my real life.
– Marsha