Let's say there were only three chapters of I Do
. Even only two.
This would have been a great story, tight, well-plotted, excellent prose, snappy delivery necessary for comedy.
But there aren't. There are 17 chapters. The story far outstays its welcome, the quality of the plot and the snappy delivery necessary growing less with each one. Eventually one begins to think the story is a serious work. The comedic elements are all retained but treated seriously, but there was no transition and no subtle crafting. Instead it merely decayed.