Those who've been reading this blog a while are probably questioning my gender, my sexuality, or both. Let me take this moment to reaffirm the fact that I'm still a heterosexual male who enjoys sports, nunchucks, and vehicles that go fast. I read books like Four Friends because my wife (who is also heterosexual, if not male) passes them on to me. I'll read almost anything if given the opportunity.
The author of Four Friends, Robyn Carr, has written dozens of books, none of which have their own Wikipedia entries, and some of which have made the New York Times Bestseller List - for whatever that's worth. She's been writing books since the mid-70s.
Four Friends follows the personal dramas of - you guessed it - four friends living outside of San Francisco. There's Gerri, the CPS worker who's recently discovered her husband's infidelity, Andy, a teacher who's separated from an unreliable spouse, Sonja, a personal wellness coach abandoned by her husband, and BJ, a secretive new arrival who is - again, you guessed it - recently single. What do these four women have in common? Hm, let me think it over...
Four Friends, it should be said, is an extremely white kind of book for whiter, more affluent kinds of people. There's nothing wrong with that. It shows that the author knows her audience. It's unsurprising as Women's Fiction goes, and you can be sure that by the end of this novel the friendships between the four women are reaffirmed, and that these friendships will last forever.
I'd just like to ask BJ: when you say that's how "they" stay so thin while eating the exotic food known as "sushi," what do you mean by "they," exactly?
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