This book couldnt have been unfunnier if it were about poor cows suffering from Mad Cow disease. Its chick lit, not my favorite genre, but every now and then I come across a gem that I actually like. This wasnt one of them.
Its about a brand new mom who just wanted to buy some prunes to help move things along but instead winds up in jail after a series of stupid coincidental calamities. We get to listen to her inane and crude thoughts as she prattles on about baby poop, drooping bellies, episiotomy plums in the undies and sore dripping teats. The father is a married jerk with twins who wants nothing to do with her and wont bail her out. How shocking and original. From what I can gather she has no job, no skills, no brains and no sugar daddy. She fears social services will force her into adopting out the baby so she has a girlfriend (a middle aged Sex In The City wannabe type) sneak it out of jail and take care of it and then whines because her boobs are dripping and sore.
The point of view then switches back and forth between the chick in jail and her vapid, materialistic and equally brain dead friend. I fear for the kid and for my brain cells. . . .
Its very dated. The only serious laugh I got out of the thing was when one of the jailbirds declares Mel Gibson the perfect man. Hee, hee. The rest of the humor is insulting, rude or flat out gross.
I usually finish audiobooks but dont know if I can stomach any more of this annoying stuff. It's so bad I'm almost hoping her hemorrhoids start up a dialogue and tell me about their day.
Its about a brand new mom who just wanted to buy some prunes to help move things along but instead winds up in jail after a series of stupid coincidental calamities. We get to listen to her inane and crude thoughts as she prattles on about baby poop, drooping bellies, episiotomy plums in the undies and sore dripping teats. The father is a married jerk with twins who wants nothing to do with her and wont bail her out. How shocking and original. From what I can gather she has no job, no skills, no brains and no sugar daddy. She fears social services will force her into adopting out the baby so she has a girlfriend (a middle aged Sex In The City wannabe type) sneak it out of jail and take care of it and then whines because her boobs are dripping and sore.
The point of view then switches back and forth between the chick in jail and her vapid, materialistic and equally brain dead friend. I fear for the kid and for my brain cells. . . .
Its very dated. The only serious laugh I got out of the thing was when one of the jailbirds declares Mel Gibson the perfect man. Hee, hee. The rest of the humor is insulting, rude or flat out gross.
I usually finish audiobooks but dont know if I can stomach any more of this annoying stuff. It's so bad I'm almost hoping her hemorrhoids start up a dialogue and tell me about their day.
