Mina Esquerra

Better at Weddings than You by Mina Esguerra

I received my purchased copy of Mina Esguerra’s Better at Weddings Than You a couple of weeks ago. I read it the very day I received it, but only finished this morning because I got really sick and had to be brought to ER twice.


The story is about the wedding planner slash goddess Daphne, and the newbie wedding planner Aaron, whom she was supposed to replace for a friend’s January event. There’s instant tension between the two, revealed deliciously from the very first page, and that gave the story the spice you would love until the last one. For while it’s about Daphne and Aaron, who were both more into the physical than the emotional, it is also about having to deal with one version of a love they no longer understood. And it had brought them together.

That version of love – though it came from a minor character’s rant – was,  for me, the ultimate take-away from the story.

This thing inside that tells you that you are not pretty enough, not good enough. Not good enough for him, and never will be. But you wait, and you do all the right things, because you are told that guys like inner beauty and good people and true friendship and surely, if you’re the only one who stayed after everyone has given up on his flighty, aimless ass, you’ll be the consolation prize by default, right? And who cares if you beat yourself up even thinking that, because it’s a marathon, right? Love is a marathon, not a sprint. It’s about support and friendship and companionship — not physical attraction and lust. It’s about patience. Don’t they all tell us that?

Because it happens differently to people. For some, love is what the book’s about in its core — physical attraction and strength and love for one’s self that led to giving in to chances. For some, it is what that minor character has said — patience and good deeds that led to realizations of finally being home. And for a fewer set of others, like me, it is every bit of both. And I believe that is the most painful, most fun, and strongest, purest form of love.

You might not agree with me on that. But that’s okay.