I was thoroughly enjoying the start of this classic, I love the setting, story, characters, etc.
But then we come to a flashback chapter explaining how Francie's parents met each other and came to marry.
We are introduced to Katie's best friend (Hildy) who is dating Johnny. But they flirt for a few days on and off; from afar, on the street, nothing seemingly meaningful. Then Katie leaves work slightly early and bumps into Johnny and his friends on a street corner. Something happens within those minutes, she can't even recall what, but it is then and there that the relationship is sealed.
Hildy comes charging up, accusing Katie of stealing her man. Katie's like "sorry about that, but I LOVE him; oh dang, you're my best friend, oopsie", Johnny is like "oopsies, sorry Hildy, you're a sweet girl, kthxbye!".
Then Katie and Johnny are married in the next paragraph after dating for four months.
So…what the fuck and I reading? It feels like the author is being extremely lazy trying to just get the two of them together without explaining anything cohesive/believable (even saying Katie doesn't quite remember the details).
I suddenly feel like I'm reading YA, is there more of this laziness? I'm guessing this is an anomoly, as it's painted as a classic, but I was about ready to throw the book out the window and I am not typically a rageful reader.
by krysgian