I get the feeling that this author based her characters on the lives of people that she knew, a group of imperfect people living through maladjusted situations. There were no perfectly happy endings. So, as chick lit goes, I appreciated that.
I've actually always been a sucker for movie endings that leave you hanging and wondering, allowing you to imagine the course of life. People always found it strange when I applauded an ending that was tied up in a neat little bow of happiness. That's rarely how real life works. Aspects can be happy, but the whole picture is rarely perfect.
My life isn't perfect at this exact moment in time, and I know that the next big decision I make won't lead me down a magical path to perfection either. The goal is to take small steps that, in and of themselves, lead to happiness in the present. It's easy to get obsessed with a picture of the future and an image of perfection. But the future is made up of the decisions we make in the present and perfection is unattainable.
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