I used to love this woman's turn of phrase. Frothy, easy beach-reading. But I'm trying to plough my way through her latest - Jump! (I think it's jump). Dear God. It's like listening to an old biddy recount the goings on in her village. Actually, it IS an old biddy recounting the goings on in her village. There's a cast of thousands with backstories I'm meant to know and care about. 600 pages and three lines of dialogue. The rest is just descriptions of who's wearing what, where they sit, what they drink and who they are secretly lusting over.
I don't think her publisher even read this before it hit the presses. She just emailed them 300k words and they ran a spellcheck and sent it straight to the printers.
Ack.
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