It is this loss from which Sloan is still trying to recover two years later when a precocious pup pops right through her sunroof and all but forces her out of her slump. In Jimenez’s debut, Sloan lost her fiancé in a horrible accident. Repeat readers of Jimenez’s contemporary fiction will remember Sloan, the best friend of prior protagonist Kristin. It is this type of baggage that the protagonist of Abby Jimenez’s The Happy Ever After Playlist is trying to wrangle at the start of this novel. The kind that leaves you reluctant to open yourself up to anyone else in the future. While I’m glad that I don’t have any embarrassing past interludes hiding in my closet, just waiting to pop out, I am most thankful that I don’t have the less-commonly discussed type of baggage. Those nights when, after mixing tequila and an empty stomach, you ended up canoodling with a guy who you realized the morning after looks a bit too much like a guest on the Jerry Springer show, and who - you surmise by reviewing a note he left to his roommate on the fridge - doesn’t know the difference between there, they’re, and their. They’re talking about those events you would rather forget.
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