Title: No cigar.
Review: I agree with the general consensus on this book. It was absolutely horrible.I, too, was looking forward to some cute Chick Lit. with recipes thrown in for good measure. Instead I got a bunch of name-dropping, shallow characters who can hardly speak. The author had the nerve to talk about mullets and Robert Frost on the same page, as if one could possibly compare to the other.One of the Divas even managed to say, "We have to have some skill in the kitchen so that we have something to register at Williams-Sonoma when we get married." Yes, that is the reason to learn to cook. Let me tell ya.It was a little bit more palatable towards the end, but still no cigar.Seriously, there is a whole genre of appealing Chick Lit. out there. Try these instead:Something BorrowedCooking for Mr. RightConfessions of a ShopaholicThe Food of Love: A Novel
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