I loved this book and have been recommending it to all my friends.
Who also love it.
This is a totally fun romp, with a lot of heart. The humour is a
wonderful entree into a real source of anxiety amongst women in
their mid thirties, yet it doesn't get maudelin. It's pure
unadulterated entertainment, which isn't dumbed down for chicks ,
and that's not an easy feat. It should be celebrated.
Ms. McLaren is a wonderfully clever and talented writer. Her column
is popular for the same reason that this book will be, because
she's
smart, talented, unabashedly fun and opinionated, who is a master
at her craft, and we just don't see enough of that in chick-lit or
can-lit. As
with her column, there is wonderful insight and a new twist on an
old
theme. Cause, isn't everything an old theme really?
The main character isn't some hopeless girl. Things don't happen to
her, she is the catalyst for her own story, she takes charge. She
is lovely and flawed and I feel like I've met her before. McLaren
takes characters that have ABFAB outlandishness and makes them
three
dimensional.
Seems that some of the boys below have an axe to grind. They
should form a club with that Toronto Star stalker that reviewed
this
book. It is embarrassingly sad and obvious that these guys are
jealous of a young, pretty, successful girl with a huge fan
following.
Yup, we love to hate her, and love to love her, and that makes her
famous. And in true Canadian style, we love to take down our
celebrities.
Not this time. This book deserves better then pettiness. Go buy it
and
read for yourself. You won't be disappointed.