This is the second time I’ve ventured into the world of Weezie and Bebe, of Savannah, GA. Christmas Bliss is a complimentary story to Blue Christmas, which I also read and loved for the outrageously hilarious dialogue and emotionally satisfying story. Christmas Bliss was just as fun and just as hilarious. It didn’t take itself too seriously, which was a welcome breath of fresh air, especially after reading a rather heavy-handed and overtly pretentious literary novel. (Mercifully, two books that couldn’t be more different.)
In this installment, Weezie, short for Eloise Foley, owner of an antique shop, is preparing for her winter wedding to chef, Danny. For the time leading up to the holidays, Danny is in New York as a guest chef at a swanky restaurant.
Meanwhile, Bebe, eight months pregnant and owner of a retro-inspired inn, learns that her second husband didn’t legally complete their divorce. She spends most of her time tracking down leads that might help her finalize a relationship that nearly left her bankrupt, so she’s stressed, to say the very least.
When Weezie learns that her husband-to-be is working with an exceptionally attractive woman, she spontaneously ventures to New York. Is this a stupid idea? Yes, okay. Sort of. In this regard, Weezie’s overreaction is frustrating, and she’s not very city savvy, which she proves the minute she arrives in the Big Apple and allows herself to be suckered by a fake taxi driver. As a result, she ends up stranded without a coat in a questionable neighbourhood, and Danny has to come and pick her up, even though he’s sick with the flu.
Regardless, all ends well. Weezie and Danny have a cute visit and experience Christmas in New York. We also learn that the gorgeous woman Danny’s working with is stupendously kind and generous, and has no intention of stealing him away. Imagine that. I’m shocked. As if every female with enviable cleavage is secretly plotting to seduce all engaged men within a ten mile radius. An exaggeration, of course, and completely ridiculous, but I understand that plot requires friction to move forward. Hence, the enviable cleavage and Weezie’s modest jealousy.
Both storylines are conveniently wrapped up in a bow, but not without a few dangling threads – a thoughtful reflection of life as it happens, and how even storybook endings will have a few uncertainties. The mental health of Weezie’s father, for instance, is never fully resolved. Even though Christmas Bliss is meant to be a light read, Andrews injects a few random but effective elements of realism. (The stickler in me very much appreciates the effort.)
I thoroughly enjoyed the idiosyncrasies of the two main characters and their families, their quirky dialogue and regional sayings. I felt like I was hangin’ out in Savannah, celebrating the holidays in Southern style.