*yawn*
Olivia never writes about anything that anyone would want to hear about… so let me give you guys the real scoop.
At weddings, they often say “I’m marrying my best friend.” Despite the fact that we ARE in San Francisco, this emotion has not reached me yet. I would not want to marry Olivia Wong. Let me tell you why.
Okay, first of all, who wakes up at 7 a.m. local time ON VACATION? Regardless of how you calculate it, she slept less than 7 hours total last night. WHAT THE HECK.
Second of all, she has dissed my glorious pajama pants. They are made of red velour and from American Apparel. That’s a grand slam right there.
Thirdly, she keeps making obnoxious sounds from her side of the room. There have been snorts, wild guffaws, and a stream of “I hate you! *giggle*” outbursts for literally no reason.
Olivia hatred aside.. it is OK.
I will now proceed to tell you absolutely nothing about the city while I describe the mixed horror and fascination with which I approached my literary plane-ride poison of choice for this flight: Something Borrowed. This book, recently made into a movie starring Kate Hudson (in guess which role) and Ginnifer Goodwin (in guess which role), is just a bang-up example of classic, atrocious chick lit. Good girl Rachel has always been screwed over by her “BFF” (frenemy? I’m not up-to-date on all of these words for people you hate but hug in public) Darcy who is now engaged to a guy that Rachel introduced her to and is realizing she really likes. Rachel ends up hooking up with her best friend’s fiance and continues the affair throughout the summer, with various reasons for justification. But lest you feel too bad for flighty, thoughtless, conniving Darcy, she’s no angel herself, because it transpires that she is [spoiler alert] banging other people on the side as well. It’s a tangled web of utterly uninteresting cheatsies and group drama. And at one point in the tale, you think Rachel is moving on and getting a good grip and that maybe disillusioned love-seekers reading this book will learn a valuable lesson in seeing value in people that are honest and true but not necessarily “The Prize Catch” everyone else wants. BUT NO. BUT NO.
I feel the need to defend my reputation by stating that 1) I always read atrocious literature in airports/on flights (and nowhere else) and 2) I would never actually seriously write a book review the way I did above. The quality of my review definitely reflects my scorn for the novel, however.
Anyway, San Francisco is great! ^_________^
…I’ll crawl out of bed to actually explore it now. Olivia has been screaming all morning because the farmers’ market isn’t open until tomorrow. She is obsessed.
