Monday, October 13, 2008

One Fifth Avenue by Candace Bushnell


One Fifth Avenue disappoints. Bushnell must be stuck in a literary haze of boredom.

This is the worst books she has written to date. It is filled with excessive melodrama and is overly done, way above typical "chick-lit" fashion. The characters are a-typical, predictable and overly developed.

This book is like eating a peanut butter sandwich without the jam, dry, plain and a bit annoying.

Despite these elements the book has some "OK" aspects to it. If you skim passages of nonsense chatter and descriptions and get to the core of the book, when you finish it, you can simply shrug your shoulders and say "eh...." when someone asks about it.




Read at your own risk. If boredom ensues, you can't say I didn't warn you.



Grade: D






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