Author: Amanda Trimble
Genre: Fiction/Contemporary/Chicklit Pages: 310
First published: 2006
Edition: Paperback, published in 2007 by Little Black Dress
I don’t often come across truly bad books, but this one really was pretty bad. I probably should have given up after 20 pages, but this was so bad it kind of amused me. I kind of wanted to know where it was heading. It was not romantic, not sexy, not anything, apart from cringeworthy.
I know that is a very negative way to start my thoughts on this novel, but to be honest I do not have that many good things to say about his one. And although I am all for ‘if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all’ I did finish this book and I ought to review it.
The main character Victoria is so dim, you want to shake her sometimes… well… all the time. There is literally not an intelligent character in this book. Everyone is incredibly superficial.
The writing is not great either. Every time the MC said ‘shitty’ I amost laughed aloud in amusement. Apparently she could tell just by looking at a dress or suit that the person was wearing Chanel or Prada or any random designer. Really? Every now and then she would turn to the reader to say something, which was completely unnecessary. The plot was incredibly predictable.
And yet, despite all of that, I did not completely hate it. It was bad, yes, but it was not as bad as I expected it to be after the first 20 pages. The plot itself was fine and it could have been a good book if it had been handled a bit (ok, very) differently.
Will I keep this book? No. Will I recommend this book? No. But I can’t quite bring myself to throw it in the trash either. Maybe someone who is less picky might be ok with it.
2 out of 7 stars