I love anything having to do with Argentina, and I thought this would be a perfect book to bring on the plane with me, but I was so annoyed by the main character, Cassie, within the first 50 pages or so that I couldn't bring myself to continue.
It's not like I was expecting some sort of deep and meaningful travelogue or anything, she just comes off as ignorant and neurotic and definitely culturally insensitive. I suppose Argentina might be considered a third world country, but Buenos Aires is a modern metropolitan city, so I couldn't help but roll my eyes at lines like these:
"We touch down on the tarmac with a light bump...It could easily be Sea-Tac or LAX or JFK. Then, in the distance, I spot what suspiciously looks like a donkey pulling a cart. Yep, that's a donkey all right. No doubt about it, I am in Argentina. (p.36)"
(Considering the fact that the main character isn't even sure where Buenos Aires is after she drunkenly books a trip there, I wonder where her preconceived notions about the country come from.)
Some other gems:
"I could still hear her yelling at my poor stepdad for letting me go when the red-faced customs agent...looked at my ticket and snorted 'Have fun getting kidnapped.'(p.34)"
(Ok, first of all, there are way more dangerous places to travel than BA, and no one would ever say that!)
"To my surprise, the airport is fairly modern, clean, and free of chickens. In fact, it looks a lot like the airport where this journey began. There is no strip search, no drug dogs. (p.37)"
(You don't say!)
"If I need to go to the bathroom...Oh, God. Bathroom. I'm almost scared to think about what that looks like in this part of the world (p.44)."
"Maybe this is all a part of some twisted Argentine plan to indoctrinate young foreign women into the sisterhood - a theory immediately dispelled when I notice a couple of transvestite hookers parked on the corner behind us. One of them smiles at me and says something in Spanish to his/her friend...(p.40)"
Ugh.
I'm sure if I would have stuck with it, I would have watched Cassie blossom and come to appreciate the city and blah blah blah. But, as much as I was actually looking forward to reading this and taking a break from some of the heavier fare I like to read, these little details really left a bad taste in my mouth, and I am just reminded as to why I rarely venture into the world of chick lit in the first place.