Marianne Kavanaugh’s Witty Don’t Get Me Wrong Will Keep You Guessing

Since reading this book, I’ve been wondering if I’ve ever seriously misjudged anyone. I mean, I’ve had some so-called friendships go south, and there are people I’ve been ambivalent about who have turned out to be actually pretty OK. But whenever I’ve encountered someone I really couldn’t stand, I’ve been able to walk away, simple as that. Consequently I’ve never found myself in the frenemy camp.
What if that weren’t the case, though? What if that creep who makes you do the inward silent scream is the light of your sister’s life? What if he infiltrates even the most personal moments of your own life—college graduation, birthdays?
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Be prepared for such a dilemma with Don’t Get Me Wrong, by Marianne Kavanaugh.
Set in England in the 00s, it’s easy to see why Kim can’t stand Harry. Harry is everything Kim despises—a rich, slick London banker with a sleazy, easy style. Unlike Harry, who Kim assumes to be from posh stock, Kim has not had the wind at her back in life. Kim’s family is dysfunctional, for a start—when she was 14, her father abandoned the family, ending up living in another town and setting up with a new wife and kids. Her mother’s reaction was to drift off to the continent in a desperate last ditch attempt to find love, pretending to be Grace Kelly, searching for her very own faded aristocrat to marry.
No wonder that Kim is so close to her sister, Eva, just a few years older. So when Eva takes up with Harry, Kim is immediately and irrevocably repulsed. What’s her earthy, beautiful, Bohemian sister doing with him? Harry can do nothing to improve Kim’s perspective. Even birthday peace offerings of diamond earrings don’t work, considered an ostentatious provocation.
When Eva announces she’s pregnant, Kim’s heart sinks, even when it transpires that Harry is not the father. Eva will not say who is, but Harry steps up to the plate with a place to live. Eva’s son Otis becomes the apple of everyone’s eye, with Kim vying with Harry for his affections.
Meanwhile, Kim is struggling though life, looking for love in all the wrong places, never quite making ends meet, not realizing her potential, and struggling with the past. But when tragedy strikes Eva, Kim and Harry have to come to terms with their animosity, for Eva’s sake. The two sides need to reach a truce to help the ones they love the most, but not before they end up very far apart.
One thing is for sure, in this story, no one is who they seem, and nothing is as it appears. We’ve sided with Kim, just as we start to learn more about Harry. As his life is revealed through another lens, it becomes just like that famous illusion—is it a rabbit, or a duck?
If reading romance novels has taught me anything, it’s that the undulating path of true love is usually strewn with road blocks and potholes, but this one has complete diversions and one way streets. Don’t Get Me Wrong is a fun, witty read, with in-depth characters who will keep you guessing, and heartfelt emotions and dilemmas along the way.
A warning, though: Don’t be too quick to pick a side, or you may find yourself having to rethink your allegiance.
Don’t Get Me Wrong is in stores now.




