F. P.’s Reviews > Never Lie > Status Update

First, the yuppie name-dropping of what I consider expensive garbage (I wouldn’t buy a goddamn thing of anything mentioned so far); then someone has left a key to a house right outside the house. I understand the house is supposed to be in the middle of "nowhere."

But, what a plot contrivance: has the author ever lived in a rural area? My husband and I did what I call “pulling a Thoreau," and we moved to and lived in the backwoods for years. No one I knew of there left a house key outside. Everyone worried about crime, especially because there are fewer witnesses around.

Who the hell does that key shit nowadays--I don’t care where the person lives. Am I watching a Columbo episode when crime was less common?

A character in this thinks not having a working GPS is like living in the Stone Age, but someone in this book from in this day and age leaves a house key outside their front door under a plant--come on! I don’t know how this couple in this book (and people like them...) would survive for even five minutes if civilization collapsed; I can almost guarantee you your yuppie trivialities wouldn’t help you survive, so why the fuck do you “need” them?

And, worst of all, what the fuck’s a “strong Roman nose” that keeps a man’s face from being “too pretty”? And the guy has blond hair and blue eyes--so is the implication that that coloring makes him “too pretty” too? So are people without that coloring unable to be “too pretty”?

But, uh, there’s no such thing as a guy (or a gal) who’s too pretty, too handsome, or maybe even too ugly either. I think everyone’s probably got something nice about him. Even "The Elephant Man" was at the least unique and interesting-looking….

So, should I conclude that a “strong Roman nose” is automatically something unattractive that it negates prettiness? Should I conclude that the author’s never seen small noses on Italian men, especially the ones in Italy?

Gal Gadot has a bump in her nose, and I think she’s so beautiful partly because of her bump, when Hollywood typically shows women with the same tiny, upturned, almost-always-fake nose.

I have a bump in my nose, and I used to be embarrassed about it when I was very young, but years later, I grew into it just being me and mine. Well, I’ll put it to you this way: no man ever told me that he didn’t like my strong Roman nose. And I got picked during a model search, so that company didn’t mind my strong Roman nose either.

This has unfortunately reminded me of when I looked at the urban dictionary site once, and it said that Italians are called grease-balls because they have greasy skin. Only two people out of all the Italian members of my blood family have tended to have oily hair/skin: me and my father.

Very depressing that books with shallow and stereotypical content like this one and the like by this writer and other writers are the books that are selling big today. No wonder my books barely sell any copies at all.

I’ll try not to notpick so much (which nitpicking I really do NOT like doing toward fiction and only do when a fiction has offended me), and I’ll give this book a bit more of a try, but if the bullshit above happens again, I’m out of here.

My husband said he thinks I should just stop reading this--why should I give something with that crap in it anymore of my time? I'll think about it, but I'm inclined to agree with what he said.

I keep trying with more modern mainstream prose writing, but I keep finding the same stuff in it. Those books aren't working for me for a number of reasons. Oh well.