Sunday, October 3, 2010
Well, I Didn't Stop In the Middle
More than anything else, the failures of this book come back to none other than the writing. Characters that are supposed to be likeable are not, the plot is twisted with tension... and there's a whole lot of maudlin moments which I could do without quite easily involving Nancy's niece Eugenia (yes, Eugenia). And besides that, the author is always using these annoying similes/metaphors/references to obscure art or random phenomena - which possibly are supposed to reflect Nancy's innate appreciate of true "style" but come off as guess what? pretentious.
So no matter what I'd like to think, writing just matters even in chic lit. It doesn't have to be great, but it can't get in the way. On the other hand, I didn't stop reading this book in the middle. And I did kind of - and I mean kind of - enjoy parts of it... so I guess it doesn't matter that much after all :)
Food: Disappointing... has potential but disappointing... one time I bought a sugar free vanilla latte from Pete's - appropriate for a San Francisco settting :) - it was NOT Starbucks