“Ok, Im trying to read this book. Marie Claire just RAVED about it, so I checked it out. The first section is aptly titled "HIM." It took me 6 pages to realize that HIM is written first-hand from a woman, not a gay man. (I havent made it far enough to see who the charicter is in HER, or if there is a HER).The charicter is a grad student schlepping around Europe, appearently not doing too well writing her thesis, as she keeps forgetting her subject. Honestly, this book is about as interesting as reading a real thesis. At first, I thought it had real potential, talk about plants committing suicide (anyone who has seen my flower garden would understand my appreciation of that idea), and that if she were mugged, it would still be "utterly delightful, because he wouldnt have been just any mugger; he would have been a mugger with an accent."Im an avid reader... I read newspapers, magazines, books, biographies, anything I can get my hands on. And I read quickly, usually devouring a book in 2 days. I love books. Dull or exciting, a book is a book. I love them. But this book? No. Ive been reading just short of two hours, and am now on page 23. Its full of nothing but ramblings. I all for ramblings in blogs- in fact I appreciate them in short doses. But 222 pages of it? I give up... I dont know if this book is just too intelligent for me, or if Im too ADD for this book, but Im going off to read a trashy novel. ”
