Chapters 4-19 (Book the First)
More girl talk, your parents hate each other, someone catches a cold and someone else gets muddy, my God but those rich girls are mean…
Oh for feck’s sake. I know. This was supposed to be a 30 day project and I’m topping off two months at this point. But, pardon my French, but this merde is hard.
I get it. It’s hilarious. It’s just so hard for me to care. Mr. Crumbley is so affable but won’t marry Corelsibeth for some mysterious reason, while Schmamy has made a suitable match with the wealthy but horrible Mr. Blangitty Blang, and if Jane was a modern girl she would have developed an eating disorder like the rest of us.
I’m not going to let the book win, though. Likely I will skim some of it and lie about it, because, I mean, look at the title of the blog.
Gonna get right to it right after I finish the jam-packed and very relate-able Super Sad True Love Story. Gary Shteyngart is doing to me here what Chris Farley did to me as a child. Namely: convince me that all attractive women should marry physically repulsive but hilarious men, who will appreciate them much more than those boring hotties ever could. Let’s go, ladies!
When you start faking that you’ve read the rest of the book, try to remember that Elizabeth is the main character, not Jane. Although you have cleverly disguised their names in this post, it is obvious that you are speaking of Dear Jane and her Mr. Bingley. Jane and Bingley are boring to everyone. It’s their thing. She is uncomplicatedly beautiful and he’s only moderately obscenely rich. If that doesn’t scream boring side-story to you then…you’ve never read pride and prejudice.
Comment by Jess — October 8, 2010 @ 1:03 am |
But… but that’s the only arena where it feels like anything is actually HAPPENING. And it’s still really, really hard to muster up any interest. Also: Super Sad True Love Story was awesome.
Comment by mrsmiyagi — November 16, 2010 @ 11:48 pm |
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