I don't know, I haven't been reading that much lately.
I got kind of stuck on this one book, called Lucy Sullivan is Getting Married. I guess that what got me to check this book out was this one sentence from someone who writes something called "Publishers Weekly". Fans of Bridget Jones will be delighted. Well, I'm a fan of Bridget Jones (mostly, until the second movie, which frankly, I'm sorry, was not very good, and I very much wanted to like it) and I was not delighted. You liars.
I mean come on already, I just can't believe that someone could be so freaking stupid for 600 pages, only to wise up in the last 40. Like how she can't figure how that her dad's an alcoholic. Or that her crappy crappy boyfriend Gus, who really doesn't deserve the name of boyfriend, is another alcoholic and mooch and complete sucker-drier-type. And I'm sorry, but it's totally unbelievable that her gorgeous friend Daniel (who sounds an awful lot like Hugh Grant with his floppy hair and dry wit and whatnot) would even like her. She's just not very likeable. He'd like Bridget Jones (maybe not the one in the second movie) but why should he like this ball of neurosis Lucy Sullivan?
....um...I didn't realize my opinions would be so strong about this book, so apologies to anyone who really liked it.