Jackie isnt having much fun. She dislikes being a copyeditor, doesnt have enough friends, and her boyfriend has just dumped her via e-mail. Desperate, she calls one of the only people she knows in Boston and literally begs her to take her out to meet men.
Milkrun is the story of a search for love and commitment in the big city, a la Sex and the City. The women, however, are in their twenties, the city is Boston, and most of the tale takes place in a hip bar called Orgasm.
Though at times laugh-out-loud funny, this second novel from Harlequins new single-girl-in-the-city imprint suffers from a rather unsympathetic heroine whos just as screwed up as the parade of losers she datesa staple of these single-girl vehicles.
Unfortunately, Jackie has neither the spunky vivacity of Sarah Jessica Parkers Carrie or the quirky charm of Calista Flockharts Ally McBeal, nor do her compatriots intrigue as Carries galpals and Allys colleagues do. Character development and conflict are very light, though Mlynowskis bouyant tone keeps the novel from sinking into unreadibility. Its tough to invest any sort of emotion in Jackie or her woeful tale.
Ultimately, the trade paperback price tag seems a little steep for such a fluffy novel. MILKRUN? More like Milquetoast. (Dec., 288 pp., $12.95)