What are you reading the week of Sunday, April 12, 2015?

[hippywife]

7. Meh. Fifty pages in and

it's really terrible, actually. So far it's just a laundry list of the self indulgent life of the rich and famous, lots of name dropping. Worse is that it reads very much like a laundry list, almost as if she whipped out old calenders and just transferred what she found into paragraph form: first we did this, then we went there and did that, with these people, and on and on and on. Can't even seem to work up any emotion in the retelling of her relationship with Jack Nicholson, which so far takes up much of the narrative.

Very flat, dry and boring, no depth or charm yet to be found at all.