Title: Bad chick lit "goes ethnic"
Product review: This book has the dubious distinction of being among the worst I've ever read. Was this author even trying? She doesn't seem to understand that just making chick lit "go ethnic" doesn't automatically make it any less vapid and pointless. The Mexican family is a cheap cliche, the book is about nothing, the dull plotline is interrupted for a few soft-core porn scenes, and the writing is unequivocally bad from the opening scene discussing Tamara's menstrual period through a character being described as walking "into her office like something had flown up his butt". I've seen better prose from 6th graders. Castillo reveals the kind of underachiving readership she seeks when she starts citing Nora Roberts novels. The only advantage to the book's migraine-inducing pink cover is that it might deter people from wasting their money on this frivolous trash.
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