My favorite book of the year:

Pour un selfie avec lui, un roman feel-good de Sam Riversag

“For a selfie with Benedict” by Sam Riversag

Mary is living what seems to be the ideal life with the man of her dreams in the capital city.  Suddenly, her world is turned completely upside down when she walks in on the boyfriend in his birthday suit busily occupied in bed with another woman in their shared apartment. She is overwhelmed by the unanticipated force of her reaction, discovering an inner strength she never knew existed. To hell with all the bed-hopping, cheating bastards! From now on it’s free reign to the liberated and independent woman!  

This code seems easy enough to live by. Mary has a slightly batty best mate, Lola, who has a bit of a dodgy gift for foretelling the future but she does her utmost to help Mary find new suitors.

Following an endless series disappointments with the opposite sex, our heroine decides to take refuge in a purely platonic relationship, after falling for the drop-dead gorgeous movie star, Benedict Cumberbatch.

EXCERPT

And I’ve still got that bloody cat under my feet! Should’ve left him with Simon as he reminds me of him so much. The more he keeps it up, the more he gets on my wick although to be fair I forgot to buy him his food. Well, tough luck on poor pussy. Besides, he’s fat enough as it is. He’ll eat better tomorrow. No milk today, my love is gone away… 

     He was so cute and adorable when he was a kitten…nothing like the great lump he is now…

    We hesitated for a while before choosing a name because we wanted to sus “her” personality.

    We finally opted for Kate since she seemed to have a really graceful and distinguished walk. She had lots of finesse, dead posh. Anyway, Kate grew up and we found ourselves obliged to rename her William. Well…nobody’s perfect. We can all make mistakes. Besides, he/she was our first cat. How were we to know she was a he?

     I was the first to notice one fine day when I picked her up to give her a cuddle and I suddenly remarked to Simon.  

  “Hey, are you sure we were right to name her Kate?”

 “Yeah, why?”

“Well, there’s just a slight problem.”

“Now what’s up? Have you already changed your mind?”

“It’s not that! Have a look!”

“Oh, shit, yeah…she’s got a thingy.”

“We’ll have to change her name!”

“Okay, let’s call him Batman then.”

“Absolutely no way!”

“Mr. Bean?”

“No! William, that’s it, we’ll call him William. That way he won’t get fucked up. We don’t want to give him the impression that he’s descending the social ladder.”

“You what?  It’s a fucking cat!

“So? Just ‘cos he can’t speak doesn’t mean he can’t cop on to what’s happening. I mean, he could become depressive.”

“Oh, don’t be such a snob!”

“It’s got nothing to do with snobbery; it’s a question of psychology.” 

“Yeah well in that case, call him Harry. Suits him better. He’s a ginger tom. Harry’s a ginger top.”

“God, you’re so dim sometimes! William goes better with Kate. William and Kate, ye know?”

     And so, thanks to me, our pussycat underwent a name change without experiencing the slightest trauma in connection with his social standing or gender identity. Five minutes later, the cat’s continuing to remind me about his food and I’m stricken with remorse. After all it’s not the poor bloody animal’s fault. I shouldn’t be taking it out on him. Come on, he won’t bloody starve to death! But he keeps on bothering me. God he pisses me off! He’s definitely a bloke all right!

     Okay, a final and vain attempt at resistance. After having tried to ignore him for the last time, I’m so wracked with shame and guilt that I end up sharing my dinner with the poor little bugger. But his continually complaining meows are telling me that he’s not going  to settle for that muck!  I finally find myself having to dash out in the rain to fetch him a few tins from the corner shop.

     I climb the stairs loaded down with cat food while congratulating myself for having come back out on top after the break-up. Me, a girl who previously was so behind the times at last become a modern and liberated woman. Down with submission !  Well, almost. I only give in to the opposite sex when it comes to the moggy.  

My opinion :

I liked this book, it wasn’t what I was expecting at all. I was expecting a sort of romance, finding herself sort of story but instead I got humor, emotion, twists. It made me doubt what was happening, or what happened, the characters were deceiving and I certainly did not see that twist coming. It was an exciting read and I couldn’t get through it quick enough to find out what happened!!

With all the humor, awkward moments and slow burn of the classic RomComs, complete with a couple “What are you doing Mary!” moments, this book hooks you in and the next thing you know it’s 2am. This book focuses on not only the chemistry between Mary and Trevor, but the friendship as well, giving you all the young modern girls feels, as well as the romantic ones. Sam Riversag doesn’t shy away from some heavy topics in this one: cheating, friendship, love, revenge, and more – yet remains witty and clever.

This book wouldn’t be what it is without Sam Riversag’s particular style. She writes in a droll and biting fashion where there’s no room for the serious and she handles it really well.

An hilarious story from Sam Riversag. I loved Lola, Mary and Trevor, but I hated Simon. This book was well written, it kept me gripped and entertained. I loved the dialogues between Mary and Lola, the Ouija board séance with Churchill, the Christmas eve fight. Great story, great writing and great characters.

For a selfie with Benedict is fun, light, but emotional too. I highly recommend it, and now I absolutely cannot wait for Mary and Lola’s story next!

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