Christine Bacon has a fatal attraction. To all things fatal. A veteran hypochondriac, her near-death experiences are exacerbated when her husband proposes they have a menage a trois with Eleanor, his busty British massage therapist, to "shake things up." Christine reluctantly agrees (although she is more wholesome than threesome), never expecting just how much she'd be rattled. As her marriage to Richard, a/k/a "Dick," falls apart, so, too, does Christine, whose fear of her own demise causes her to research every freckle, blemish, cough, bump, lump, tingle and hiccup. She isn't a doctor, but she plays one on the internet.
There is solace for Christine: in raising daughters Lily and Carli, leaning on her friends, and wearing out the shower massager. In order to heal, she struggles to become her own person and to view her symptoms (and ex-husband) as less malignant, while searching for that special someone who will love her--despite her grave condition.
Lydia - 5 Star
I loved I Kill Me – Tales of a Jilted Hypochondriac. It was cute, witty and ridiculously funny. I read this novel in a few short sittings and couldn’t get enough of this amusing tale and it wasn’t as heavy as it might seem from the title, which was a nice surprise.
I was initially leery to read about a hypochondriac, worried it would be bogged down with medical jargon and depressing material. But I worried needlessly as this novel had the good balance and there wasn’t nearly as much hypochondriasis as I expected (except near the end when I tended to gloss over some of her concerns.) And a shout out to Tucker for the Fibromyalgia and Huntington’s Disease mentions as both are so obscure, but close to my heart so any mention and possible awareness is a bonus.
This novel has a fabulously funny opening chapter and it grabbed me from the start. It outlines Christine’s vulnerability and the dynamic with her husband and from there it swept me away as I couldn’t stop reading. Tucker has created a fabulous heroine to root for. She’s jilted in the most awful, cringe-worthy way and you can’t help but feel sorry for her and want her to move forward, even when she’s stuck and wondering what dreadful disease she has every time she has a pimple or muscle twinge.
All the characters were fabulous and real, and I loved her two girls, and the relationship she has with them. Although slightly predictable, this novel is still an amusing ride along the way.
I Kill Me – Tales of a Jilted Hypochondriac is fabulous chick lit for anyone, but particularly anyone who has been jilted, is a mother, or has been worried about their health and the over forty crowd.
Thank you to Tracy H. Tucker for our review copy. All opinions are our own.
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