Franz Marie Cruz’s Diary

Chic lit that is worth your money: Bergdorf Blondes by Plum Sykes. The lead character is as shallow, unbelievable (can there be really a person such as her?) and inwardly flawed as Sophie Kinsella’s protagonist in her Shopaholic Series, Rebecca Bloomsomething. The storyline is not original either. It’s size 2 Bridget Jones turned into a society girl (Paris Hilton?) with 3 Hugh Grant characters before she and Colin Firth character end up together at the end. But Plum Sykes makes up for it by using the funniest, most original, albeit shallow, metaphors like:

"It’s like the place looks really cute , but in reality it’s a minefield to my shoes. The fact is that it’s more like Wuthering Heights there than Emma most of the time."

"I have to say that the place was totally giving Gosford Park."

"He was totally giving Orlando Bloom."

And expressions such as:

Beyond

used as in " I so looove your (input any designer shoes) shoes. It so beyond."

SPDV

. At a party you may scout the crowd and say "SPDV". Same people, different venue.

Glam

and icky are opposite adjectives. "Eeew, that look is last season. It’s so icky." or "I want to be like her. She’s so glam."

If you liked the movie Clueless, you just might like this book.

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I think Jennifer Weiner is overrated. For someone who has written a book that already has been adapted into a movie, her latest book Little Earthquakes is a mediocre. Yeah, I may not relate at all with the emotions and tribulations experienced by new moms but definitely this is no Waiting to Exhale or Amy Tan’s The Joy Luck Club or The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. But I could forgive her for that, consider it a fluke or something. So I try another book of hers, Good in Bed. I’m almost halfway and it’s pretty much disappointing and quite banal. The title doesn’t say much of the story. The first half of the book dealt about heartbreak and everything that one feels and resorts to when a relationship ends: from bitterness, depression, denial to going after the guy. I’ve read a number of books about the same thing already, I witnessed friends undergo the same series of emotions and there’s frankly nothing new in this book. I’m losing patience with the lead character, Cannie Shapiro, and the book plus the author. It’s not even witty or funny; forget original it is so NOT. C.S. is just plain bitter and depressed, it’s making me feel that way too. Her character is so uninteresting. She yaks on and on about the same thing for I don’t know how many pages (way too many if you ask me). I can’t take it anymore. You know what it is like to have an acquaintance (not even a friend ha) tell you about a small short segment of his/her life over and over again, obsessing every detail about it to you. Well, that’s exactly how it feels like reading this friggin book. Spare me your frigging problems on your weight and your ex and get on with your boring life. Problem is, I can’t NOT finish the book. I did start it and want to see her through. And yeah, you shouldn’t critique a book when you’re only halfway through it, but….

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