Title: Not Working
Author: Lisa Owens
Honestly, I wasn’t sure what to expect when I picked up this book. I was after a good holiday read and came across this one, which by the title and description, seemed fitting.
No one really wants to work, they do it for income and income only. Without work, most of us would be starving in the dark. We all want time away from the stress and responsibility, especially when you’re on holiday and you begin to think that life would be a lot better living in the sun away from home. You being to think about what you want out of life and where you expect to find yourself in years to come – for me, a life of sitting on a beach reading books. Oh what a dream!
Do you remember when you were younger, you found that you were better at one subject in school over all of the others? You start to make plans of everything you could potentially do with this subject, and aim for the career you love most! 10 years later, you find yourself at a desk doing admin for a company you didn’t plan on working for at all. Where did that passion go? What happened to the dream career?
It’s easy to get lost in the real world, having responsibilities and bills to pay. You accept any job that will have you and work your way up as best as you can to earn more money. But is it what you really want?
Not Working, is written as a ‘diary entry’ of sorts about a woman, Claire, who leaves her job to ‘find herself’, thinking that it will just take a bit of time to discover who she is and what she really wants out of life. The only problem is, she doesn’t know where to start.
She quickly realises that her ‘dream career’ is harder to find that what she thought. With only a few months worth of savings to get by, she find it difficult to stay positive.
Her friends around her seem to have life figured out and Claire feels judged on the decisions she has made and resents those around her. The journey to self discovery is scattered with poor decisions which eventually she ends up returning back to her old job.
When I first started reading, I felt that it was someone who I could relate too. Realising that you’re unhappy in your job so quitting to find something you are passionate about that gives you a sense of purpose.
Disappointingly, it didn’t actually lead to anything. I wouldn’t even call it a story. I didn’t even find the characters very interesting. Claire wasn’t very likeable as it went on, she was very self absorbed, jealous and lazy, when at first you thought she was full of passion and independence. For the main protagonist, this was very disappointing.
Honestly, I found it difficult to follow, as the ‘diary entries’ seemed cluttered into segments. I felt the story didn’t really have a purpose, it felt rushed and felt like a waste of time. I forced myself to finish the book but only because I wanted to move on to my next holiday read.
Claire Flannery has just quit her office job, hoping to take some time to discover her real passion. The problem is, she’s not exactly sure how to go about finding it. Without the distractions of a regular routine, Claire confronts the best and worst parts of herself: the generous, attentive part that visits her grandmother for tea and cooks special meals for her boyfriend, Luke, and the part that she feels will never measure up and makes regrettable comments after too many glasses of wine. What emerges is a candid, moving portrait of a clear-eyed heroine trying to forge her own way, a wholly relatable character whose imperfections and uncanny observations highlight what makes us all different and yet inescapably linked.