Books on Monday: Him Her Him Again The End of Him
As earlier noted, I spent Friday moaning in bed and reading Him Her Him Again The End of Him, by Patricia Marx. It was good, but I expected it to be better. I was, however, moaning in bed, and perhaps that complicated my reaction. I suppose that the book is, to some extent, chick-lit. That's a horrible thing to say, but the novel is so infused with narcissism, both open and covert, that I have to ask, who but a romance-obsessed young woman could read this book without a certain low-frequency impatience?
Read about Him Her Him Again The End of Him at Portico.
