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My Boyfriend Wrote a Book About Me

and Other Stories I Shouldn't Share With Acquaintances, Coworkers, Taxi Drivers, Assistants, Job Interviewers, Bikini Waxers and Ex/current/future Boyfriends but Have
Aug 24, 2016ManMachine rated this title 1 out of 5 stars
Judging by the flaky, shallow, white-trash persona of the Hilary Winston character presented in this piece of "low-life" non-fiction fluff - I, for one, would certainly like to read the book that her ex-boyfriend apparently wrote about her. I really would. 'Cause not only did Winston manage to paint an extremely unfavourable picture here of all of her many ex's - But, in doing so, she also succeeded in presenting herself as being one of the most despicable, two-faced bimbos in existence on today's American frontier, bar none. Written with the annoying mindset of a 13-year-old airhead - Hilary certainly struck me as being one of those irritating, redefined, emancipated female writers of this day and age who try so desperately to sound so adorably cute, so wickedly slutty, so cleverly bitchy, and so highly sophisticated all in the same stale breath - And, in doing so, they all fail so miserably. And, of course, when it comes down to Hilary's relationships all falling apart - (As is always the case with all of the Hilary-clones out there) - It is always-always-always the fault of (guess who?) the men (natch) every single time..... Sheesh!... Spare me, already!