I felt like this book was saying, This is your life. Are you coming to the screening tonight? That's all I'll say about that. Let's see if my thoughts on her cha Ugh. I like Valerie Frankel's writing style, but a lot of the description seemed to be based on a very stereotypical and unrealistic view of the glamorous New York City, which, done correctly, is a great setting for a novel. While the main character reminded me of Carrie Bradshaw a majority of the time, I could not relate to her one bit. Sometimes I get really indignant about hating a book, but usually that's because I expected it to be good.
Picture-perfect housewife Bess struggles to relate to her surly teenage daughter and judgmental mother. To view it, I picked this book specifically because of the title. I have given up about a quarter of the way through. Stacy Temple is your typical young working gal who has had her share of ups and downs in the relationship arena. Olympus To: Stacy Temple, lapsed temptress Stacy, Stacy, Stacy. Great on dates and really great afterward-if you know what I mean. I laughed out loud throughout the book while shaking my head combined with a little bit of eye-rolling at what was waiting on the next page.
It's a book where you don't have to think when reading it but unless you're really into chick lit, look elsewhere. Surprisingly, I found it incredibly hard to get through and I considered giving up multiple times due to the painful clichés peppered throughout. . And stop saying the word sex or sexuality or sexual. As she mentally flips through all the men in her life, Stacy isn't thrilled with what she finds but gives it a go anyway.
She sees a guy in the an all night diner that she nicknames vampire boy but low and behold hold vampire boy is her neighbor. Stacey Temple is coming up to almost a whole year without sex and working in a business where sex toys and sexy lingerie are the rage, its a wonder she hasnt managed to find somebody to do the deed with. Surprisingly, I found it incredibly hard to get through and I considered giving up multiple times due to the painful clichés peppered throughout. I won't tell you if she succeeds or not, but I will say she goes through some crazy Oh goodness was this a bad book! His forearms were covered with dark brown hair to his knuckles. How important is regular sex in a woman's life? You've been working so hard concocting sexy lingerie for Thongs. After all, what bachelor, confirmed or otherwise, could deny his true destiny when the woman he can't seem to stop thinking about suddenly appears right in front of him? While funny at times, some of the scenarios are also ridiculous.
Most women that read this book will most likely think or say is that they way we are or come across at times. The author uses some really big words, that I find unnecessary to the story. The entire book is over-the-top but that's the appeal to reading a novel like this. In her twenties, a dry month had seemed unendurable. In the chaotic misdt of mad promotional schemes and piranhalike next-door competitors, the sisters Greenfield are going to have to put aside their hard-faught sibling rivalry -- and quick! This protagonist is like the friend you have who keeps making the same stupid mistakes, and doesn't listen when you gently point them out to her.
Stacy's journey in trying to get laid after realizing how long she had been celibate for was pretty challenging. I felt like this book was saying, This is your life. I mean, seriously with a title like that? With visions of the perfect second husband in mind, Frieda's sisters start to send eligible males in her direction. Let's see if my thoughts on her change. Olympus To: Stacy Temple, lapsed temptress Stacy, Stacy, Stacy. This review has been hidden because it contains spoilers.
Penny doesn't want Bram tortured. It's hours of your life you will never get back, but I suppose it is better than staring at the back of an airplane So. Besides, I am not a celibate who reeks of disuse. My favorite target of Stacy's lust is Taylor. I've never been much for chick lit and this is chick lit if there ever was one. I really wished that this was explained.
Do me a favor and go find it. To begin with, the description of this book completely misled me as the Goddess of Love made no appearance in this story, whatsoever. I felt like this book was demeaning, and embarrassing for all women. You've been working so hard concocting sexy lingerie for Thongs. I had to give the girl points for seeing it through despite the odds of overall failure.
It was far stretched, absurd, slightly insulting to the female sex and sometimes hilarious. Read it if you are interested in a truly mindless book. You were so promising at the beginning: Sexy, smart, personable and funny. The quality of writing wavered between being pretty good and being pandering or at least very superficial this kind of junk really dated the book, keeping it solidly rooted in the cusp of the millennium. Stacy felt a chill, a warning, in her flat, limp cholesterol-clogged? He showed her his smile now, a wide one that spread across his face like the butter he was pushing.
How could anyone go in with high expectations? He vibrated with the nervous edge of a pent-in human animal, forced by financial necessity to flip eggs for strangers over a hot grill in New York City July, seeking a bit of kindness on a Monday morning, a small friendly exchange with a pretty girl to brighten the drudgery of the day. Also looking for a protagonist who doesn't annoy me so much within the first three chapters that I chuck the book for something better. Her friend Charlie sends her a sex column to read which is written by a person by the name of Gigi. Seven days to find the perfect man — or else! You were so promising at the beginning: Sexy, smart, personable and funny. And as an employee at the famous thongs. Nothing this hilarious could ever happen to one person in one lifetime. To all those out there who love this b I have heard that her books are fabulous, so I am definitely going to try another one of her books.