All The Single Ladies might work for you if (1) you can stand 300+ pages of (upper) middle-age women supposedly enjoying their singlehood but in fact actively hunting for Mr. Good-Enough (they seem to have given up looking for Mr. Right) (2) you do not mind said ladies’ brains, fairly ditzy to benign with, becoming completely withered and non-functioning while in the presence of men and (3) you can accept their equating good manners and goodness, period. And be prepared for flows of alcohol and vows of “dieting”, repeatedly broken. They do not seem to know that there are calories in alcohol, or carbs!
I would forgive all of the above if the book were funny, but it’s not. You have been warned.