Imagine this: You get a call from your mom, telling you she has a surprise for you. And you start getting excited because surprises are rare at your age and you´re dying to find out what it is your mother has for you. Once your mother arrives all you want to do it rip her purse off her shoulder ( since you see nothing in her hands ) and search for your damn gift. But....you keep calm and wait patiently for your mother to hand it over. Your blood starts pumping and you all of the sudden start to smile. Your mother seems to move in slow motion, raising her hand and shuffling it through her huge purse, until the moment she finds what she´s looking for and pulls out your present at a snails pace.
Your eyes dart to the wrapped object in her hand and you know right away what it is: A BOOK! Then everything moves in a blur. You rip the paper in shreds and hold something your mother thought you might enjoy in your shaking hands. BAM! After the excitement washes out of your system and your brain starts to function once again, you read whats on the book cover and tears threaten to flow. But not from joy....you want to cry out of pure frustration!!
Yes, that little, poorly written story above happened to me. Years after I read The Devil Wears Prada, I was the lucky owner of Lauren Weisberger´s novel, Last Night At Chateau Marmont. My first thought was to scream: " NOOOOOOO!! " . But I didn´t want to hurt my mothers feelings by letting her know I didn´t want to read anything else from that author. So, I kept my mouth shut, hugged and thanked her for buying a book I had no interest to read.
ANYWAYS....Since I love my mother dearly ( and I knew she´d start asking questions about the book ) I started reading Last Night At Chateau Marmont. NOW I know why I didn´t buy it myself. My inner gut never fails me.
This book was just as tough to digest as The Devil Wears Prada. It has the exact same problems I complained about before, so my guess is that the author just doesn´t have enough talent to write a good, capivating, devastating, emotional lovestory. Sad thing is: this book was supposed to have those things, but they never came across. Brooke and Julian characters were absolutely shallow, dull and kind of non existant. You were reading about them...but then again, you knew nothing about them, other than Julian being a musician and Brooke being a nutritionist. This story could have been so super cool. It could have been packed with so many emotions....it could have been so much more! I wanted to feel what the characters were going through. I wanted to believe the devastation, and above all....I wanted to believe Brooke and Julian loved each other. But nothing came through to me. The author tries to give a reader some insight on what rockstars go through and what tough path their girlfriends/wives must take when confronted with the public eye. In all honesty.....with reading so many rockstar stories....I´ve hardly read anything as slow as this one.
This book has ( again ) 400 and something pages. Do you have any idea how many God-awful events you can pack into 400 pages? I even bet if an author would take Keith Richards biography and use only 1/8 of that book combined with a heartbreaking / heartwarming lovestory, then that author could earn him/herself a golden nose! * just saying*
So, what do we have here:
- A emotionally confused, and clueless Brooke
- An asshole who lives off of his wife and then becomes a rockstar
- A relationship ( I´m still looking for that in the book) that goes through hell
- No build-up throughout the whole book
- No passion, no sparks, no fireworks
- The end was flatter than a piece of paper
- absolutely predictable story
Those are alot of negatives for one book. Which makes me come to the conclusion that this author needs to work on her skills. Head-Theater is a powerful thing, and if I can´t imagine a scene, what good is the book then?
For my mothers sake, I told her it was a good book ( don´t judge, I really do love her...and can´t bare to risk future presents..Lol) but my inner-blogger won´t allow me to polish this story.
Would I recommend this book?
- Hmm....Nope. I wouldn´t.
Would I re-read this book?
- No. But I might lend it to my mother..:-)
The Divas are giving the Last Night At Chateau Marmont, by Lauren Weisberger, 2 out of 5 champagne glasses