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I found myself inspecting the matter of my navel!
on 13 June 2001
I was looking forward to an idle feast of simple entertainment - to will away the Saturday hours. I discovered that sleep is a better saviour - and indeed the book at least worked to bring on a near coma. Perhaps I elevated it a bit much after reading the reviews. I snuggled up and began my 'absorbing' tale and after a few chapters had to force the pages be turned only in hope that somewhere along the line some dramatic improvement would occur! Needless to say, it was a chore - I made it in the end, eventually discovering humour - but I don't think the kind that the author would appreciate. Nevermind. The character was truly atrocious - and yes, she was supposed to be perceived as such but I wanted the worst for her in the end, was without any sympathy and most certainly void of empathy. Her sidekicks (obviously her inferiors) were disgustingly stereotypical and oh my lord help me! It is bad enough to endure the facetious, stuck up kind that amble on these streets in ones own reality so when you are prepared for a relaxing feast of a read it's with horror that you come across a worst kind - the terrier of the breed. Ugh. If the book was more demanding and the tale a complex one I could deal with a vile diva telling me her pompous tale, but it was not. And, when expecting a great chic-lit read you actually want to have some kind of liking for the people that are the stars for those hundreds of pages.
Sadly, I was void of any feeling except utter boredom and yes - I acquired a great snooze out of the affair.
I beg your apologies. 'Twas not my cup of tea.