My rating: 1 of 5 stars
I should start by saying that I am normally a huge fan of any book written under Madeleine Wickham’s nom de plume of Sophie Kinsella. That’s probably why I felt that this book was such a disappointment. I went into it expecting wit and charm, but I found myself feeling completely let down and unenthusiastic about finishing the book.
My first issue is that characters. There are very few books out there where you look at all of the characters and just think that they are all horrible. I’ve read books with sociopaths and serial killers that had more decency than these characters. They all seem to be lacking perspective and none seems to truly realize just how good their lives are. They find excuses for their behavior, whether it’s rage over a lost lover or depression over being kicked to the curb by your employer. It almost seems like when toddlers end up in a massive pinching session and blame it on another kid because the other person started it. I just wanted to scream at them for their petty attitudes and bickering.
Other than the annoying characters, the book was extremely boring. There was very little flow to the story. There was nothing fun or enlightening. The book was just kind of a “what I did on my summer vacation” essay from elementary school that was stretched out over 300+ pages. I think an elementary school student would have probably come up with something a bit more compelling, though.
There were some parts that I did like about this book, but the bad completely outweighed the good. I wouldn’t recommend this book to anyone I know, unless I really and truly thought that they deserved to be bored out of their mind.