I have to first admit, I probably never should have opened this book to read. I have *tried* to read Jen's memoirs before and gave up because while I found them funny, I was so annoyed by the characters "first world problems" (losing job, can't buy designer clothes, etc) that I wanted to scream.
I hoped that her novel would be more real and less whiny - but no luck. Her fictional "first world problems" were spending too much money on a mansion, having whiny neighbors, and having a smaller than desirable engine in their Benz. While the book had me laughing at moments, I couldn't find anything likable (or even interesting) in the characters and the plot was slow. I gave up at page 98.
I hoped that her novel would be more real and less whiny - but no luck. Her fictional "first world problems" were spending too much money on a mansion, having whiny neighbors, and having a smaller than desirable engine in their Benz. While the book had me laughing at moments, I couldn't find anything likable (or even interesting) in the characters and the plot was slow. I gave up at page 98.
