Sunday, March 29, 2009
"Beginner's Greek" - James Collins
Peter is a romantic, always dreaming of sitting next to a woman on a plane: she will be "the one." Then, he meets Holly on a plane bound for L.A. Sparks fly, he gets the number, he loses the number.
Years later, they meet again, though Holly is now the wife of his best friend. And, so it goes.
This book has been heralded as chick lit from a guy's perspective or cruelly accurate mockery of New York elitists. Whatever. I guess you could pigeon-hole it into romance, but Peter would turn on only a small percentage of women who needed their gaydar reactivated.
With wildly inane character descriptions (really? we really need to know ten pages about the woman who cooks for someone?), Collins was applauded for this overwritten piece of meth.
In other words, I despised it.
.25 out of 5.0 Fucked-Up Shits.