Title: phoney-baloney sisterhood
Product review: Rebecca Wells: I demand you give me back the three days it took to get through this mush. Why, why, why, are we supposed to like characters who think it charming to swim in folks' drinking water? Why does "southern charm" often equate with "annoying as all get-out"? This novel was worse than bad. Bad, I can forgive; manipulative, cloying, greeting-card sentiment I find abhorrent. I could just see the author, big-buck$ movie in mind, churning out her self-indulgent, Zelda Fitzgerald-wannabe, stereotyped characters and thinking "ok, this is very Shirley McLaine, and...I wonder if Olympia Dukakis can do southern...?". And the thought that Bette Midler--the QUEEN of overacting--might be involved with the movie--oh, IIIIKKK. Suffice it to say that from now on I consider my reading life a ya-ya free zone.
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