I picked this book up because of its title and the fact that it was a pound in a second-hand bookshop. I hoped (based on the title) that it would be good (despite the cover blurb). It turned out to be chick lit.
I ploughed through the first few chapters of this book about “New York’s last eligible bachelor” out of sheer bloody-mindedness, and the rest out of morbid fascination. It was entertaining, in a strange way, in that it became more and more over-the-top by the chapter. Just when you think it can’t get sillier, it does. It was let down by a terrible ending, though. I still can’t figure out if it was a parody or written seriously.
