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Cristiano Brucchi _ristiano_rucchi_es — mildly entertaining/beach read material. after seeing her on So NoTorious and Inn Love, I thought she seemed pretty 'normal' and like-able. this book is supposed to be her side of the story, setting straight all the bad press, family feuds, etc. I don't think she did a very good job of endearing herself, at least to me. yes, her family was dysfunctional, her mom was a piece of work, but at some point, say your twenties? definitely thirties? you need to start taking responsibility for your own life - career, money management, relationships, etc. and she more often than not comes off as a poor little rich girl. I think this story could've been done as a really long article, rather than a book. that being said, I did read the whole thing and got a few laughs, especially when she went to Madame Lola for a cleanse :)

Zachary Casler zcasler1047 — Though at times charming, this book mostly left me wondering what sort of a world the author imagines England to be. Her characterizations are far more disjointed than the plot, which has its flaws but at worst they’re jarring, not heinous. However, the characterizations don’t work not merely because there are only two or three bearable people in the entire novel (and this isn't a farcical satire), but mainly because they’re a convoluted mess of contexts. Major Pettigrew’s manners and standards hearken from a more gentlemanly era, yet it’s as though he’s a one-man time warp surrounded by modern incarnations of rudeness and overt materialism – his son is breathtakingly selfish and shallow, his relatives are vulgar and grasping, and the local squire has class snobbery but no sense of heritage. (And are we supposed to feel sorry for the Major because of his frightful son, or wonder at his bad parenting??) Worse, and still more disjointed, many of the other characters seem to come from outposts of civilization in the 1930’s where people think that Mecca is a restaurant and Hindu and Muslim are the same things. Yet the story is obviously contemporary, so why would the author create a collection of characters in 2010 who overtly shun children raised by single mothers and won’t talk to the village shop owner because she’s “in trade” and has dark skin??? The whole thing is preposterous, and I suspect it comes from some people's obnoxious desire to paint the rest of the world as narrow-minded and petty in order to position themselves as morally superior. It’s a shame, because in defter hands the story could have been uniformly sweet and delightful. The idea of family heritage and honor being embodied in an heirloom is especially interesting and poignant...as is the fraught road to late-in-life love. Too bad the themes are ruined by the addled execution. (A highlight is when a curry dish is considered far too spicy and exotic to serve at some golf club dinner – the author is so hell-bent on portraying everyone as provincial that she somehow forgot the English have been eating curry for over a century?? Good grief.)