Oh how I hated this book!It could actually have been hilarious (and we are told that it is...by many, many reviews) but the author is just so full of herself, it is simply annoying.
More than once while reading (up to the point when I finally called it quits, around page 130) I wondered whether the author herself was, in fact, English. She kept repeating that boasting is very un-English, yet kept bragging about all the other oh-so-funny books and articles she wrote in the past.
And she can barely enter a pub because her adoring fans would come up to her and thank her for her contribution and amusing observations.
I can imagine her reaction, "Oh, stop now!" fanning her face with her hand, "....But have you read that article I wrote in...?"
Also, I don't care to know what one particular thing (a room, say) is called by either working, lower-middle, middle-middle, upper-middle, lower-upper or whatever class. This might be interesting the first or even second time around but surely there is no need to repeat that boring comparison in practically every small chapter.
Piece of crap!
1/10
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