I made it to 87% and found myself doing anything to not listen to another word from Phoebe the female MC. She started out okay, she was educated, well spoken, a lawyer. She slowly lost her brain cells. She went into dangerous situations thinking she was the only one who could save the day, not with her lawyer skills no her womanly skills. Pfffft !

She walks into situation after situation, without any kind of common sense. She talks BS non stop when the  guy who knows what he's doing is telling her to shut it. Her sex scenes had my body saying NO, EWWW. I don't know if it was the narrators voice or her choice or wording but I'd label it birth control, no mood maker here. I think you can get the idea about how I feel about Phoebe. She ruined the story.

The rest of the story ? It was okay, semi predictable to the point I got to. I liked his brother and his husband but then they went all whine-a thon and wore out their welcome too.

I don't care about any of them so I am dropping it and finding something more to my taste.

 

So here I go again with Mr John Green. And here he goes again, spitting out another carbon copy main character pretty much identical to all the rest he's ever written about.

 

*sigh*

 

I'm not much impressed with Will Grayson, Will Grayson and yet I was all geared up to be. After all, it's co-written by David Levithan and I just adored his book Every Day.

 

Will Grayson, Will Grayson is the story of two sad Will Graysons who meet by chance in Chicago one night and .... change both their lives as a result? Do they though? Because to be honest I wasn't really feeling the character development.

 

John Green writes the first Will Grayson, a nerdy some-time humorous, socially awkward teenager living by two rules: don't give a shit about anything and keep your goddam mouth shut. I did not much care for this Will Grayson. He's a dick to his friends and he's so decidedly average that I really found it hard to give a crap about him.

 

"Caring doesn't sometimes lead to misery. It always does."

 

Yeah. He literally doesn't give a fuck about anything. So why the hell should I give a fuck about him? He's an incredibly bland character, but also incredibly John Green with his little quips and his love for a quirky, non-mainstream and independent chick who he hardly knows. Once you've read one John Green novel, you've read 'em all. The romance follows the same-old-same-old routine of "Girl, you're too smart and sassy for me. I think I might love you but I don't have the confidence to let you know how I feel until we've worked through some shit alone." Yeah I'm getting real tired of this crap. Of course this kid has a car and just drives around wherever he damn well pleases, no thought for his parents or the cost of gas. He heads into the city where his friends let him down big-time and he stumbles upon the second Will Grayson, seemingly having some episode or something.

 

You know when you get a book, and because it's by somebody whose work you like, or somebody who's written many, many books, you trust it's going to get better?

 

Meet Habits of The House. It's not entirely its fault; it's been given a stupid cover (I'm not sure who that girlie is supposed to be), and it's being pitched to Downton fans despite the fact it's a comedy of manners.

 

However, everything else is its fault. 

 

Especially the ending.

 

The storyline is to do with the son of the family trying to marry an American heiress because the family have significant money troubles.

 

In the end:

 

The Earl wins a cumulative bet on the races which solves all the money problems, *and* the son marries the heiress, *and* the wife of the Jewish financier gets to meet the Prince of Wales.

 

"Hey Garth, let's do the super happy ending!"

 

doo doo do doo, doo doo do doo, doo doo do doo ...

 

I suspect it's supposed to be a punchline, but it just left me wondering what the point of reading the sodding book was.

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I like Fay Weldon's style of writing, so I'm giving it 2 stars, but everybody else should probably give it a miss. 

 

 

I hate the one immature idiotic sister and yet she's sort of sweet. No, I really don't like her. She's dumb as a stick.

 

The other sister is sticking her nose into all her business, even controlling her sex life ???  You know the type that knows what's best for you and makes it so doesn't matter if you want it or not. ARGUH ! 

The there are the men

One is a whinny little run-a-way rich boy who has major daddy issues. He also has the largest stick up his arse I've read in a while.

Man two is a cold hearted lawyer with a jumbo case of stand-offishness. He is the best of the worst here.

Man number three, well here's a winner. Dim witted and too ridged to commit has finally found his nerve only he lacks the ability to communicate that with the girl he should. He spends his time following and not leading.

* I really like this author and I really hate this storyline. These people are so intrusive/stupid it has me fuming. The dialog is excellent, there are some really funny bits. The first 30% of this book was horrible to me. Now it is getting better but I still don;;t know am I liking it ?

I think Anon. says it best: 'The written wordShould be clean as bone,Clear as light,Firm as stone.Two words are notAs good as one.'This book does not hew to this maxim. Painfully veers from same, in fact. I'll give you a taste:"This plan of attack presumes you are feeding a crowd of eight esurient diners." "If all of this were not enough to eviscerate the sanctity of..."There's a lot of high-falutin' language here, in other words. And in several instances, high-falutin' language abused, thusly: "The lore of Dear Leader's nascence is shrouded in absurdity. ... The short, stocky Elvis impersonator's parturition took place in an army camp in Siberia..." Um, no, that was his mother's parturition. Also: "I eat pork, drink booze, and think vegetarian cuisine is best left for ruminates."There's plenty more, but a sample will suffice.I love my language and do my best not to abuse it. When I find it flayed and bleeding in the gutter, I take umbrage at its abuse. Even in a cookbook. Further, deponent saith not.