Attachments by Rainbow Rowell

I can say, while trying not to be super creepy, I am totally in love with Rainbow Rowell and the characters she writes. This is the third book where I have fallen madly in love with the male lead and rooted for him the entire time, even when his actions were borderline stalker-y. With all the YA I've been reading (for enjoyment and work) I forgot how enjoyable it was to read an adult story. Rainbow is one of the few authors I've seen go back and forth from teen to adult genre without messing up and mixing prose, her talent is so extreme, I fangirl way too hard.

Lincoln O'Neill has moved back to his mother's house and has taken a overnight job where he has to read people's emails. The entire staff at The Courier press was informed their emails would start being monitored so as to deter personal use of their work computers. While most staff stop personal emails or require one or two warnings, Jennifer Scribner-Snyder an Beth Fremont just can't seem to take it seriously. They continue to send each other hilarious and very personal emails daily and Lincoln finds himself absorbed in their lives. Unable to tear his eyes away from their words, he guiltily looks forward to catching their correspondence each night and in time finds himself falling for Beth. A woman he's never met or even seen before, what could he say, "Hi, I'm the guy who reads your email, and also, I love you..." When things start getting to real and close to home Lincoln knows he needs to make a change or his life will never go where he wants it.

Filled with delicious wit and humor, this book had me smiling pretty much the entire time. Despite his actions, you can't help but fall in love with Lincoln yourself and really root for his success. Beth and Jennifer so perfectly capture adult women in their glory it had me thinking of myself and my best friend through most conversations. Sure to please, Attachments is a must read for good laughs and heartfelt moments. I have never before wanted someone to read my emails, but if it was Lincoln, I don't think I'd mind.