Here is a brief list of things that I enjoy more than I enjoyed this book:
Getting my teeth cleaned.
A colonoscopy.
Going to the grocery store.
Making three interesting & healthy bag lunches every day for my kids.
Helping with math homework.
Doing laundry.
Driving on the beltway.
Shoveling snow.
Dusting.
Vacuuming my car.
Cleaning up confetti.
Eating radishes.
Here’s a list of what I did like about this book:
Exploding whales.
I did not like this book.
I got it from some sort of Kindle deal of the day, and I had remembered reading a review of it in Entertainment Weekly, and said, hey, this sounds good. It was a bestseller! It won a few literary awards!
Curse you, Entertainment Weekly. Curse you and your subjective book review grades.
This is a story about a bunch of insufferable WASPs gathering on a Nantucket-esque island for the wedding of one family’s WASPy daughter to another family’s WASPy son. Everyone is horrible and priveledged and I wanted to punch them all in the face. Repeatedly.
So much talk about why it’s so important to join the right sort of club, and what it means to be accepted into the right social setting, and blah blah blah. I really just can’t be bothered to tell you any more about it. I just can’t spend another second thinking about it.
In short: this is bad. Don’t read it. Go get a colonoscopy instead.
You can read all of my reviews — mostly of books I actually liked! — on my blog.
