She has a best friend named Bridget, and all Betsy wants is to escape the coming apocalypse by fleeing with Bridget to New Zealand, where they could kayak through fjords and make out with surfers. Maybe that was the point, but it sure didn't seem that way. Her parents are on their way to Tahiti in search of native sunburn remedies. I was able to chug through and, ultimately, I am glad that I did. Utterly unable to see the world beyond her psychoses dehydrated meals for the Y2K crisis , failed romances an office fling that ended when her love interest slept with her boss , and her derelict duties as maid of honor too numerous to mention , the main character comes across as tepid, one-dimensional and hackneyed.
However, in my quest for living my Best Life Ever, I vowed to not finish books with main characters who repel me. The life of a 23-year-old girl is not the simplest nor even the most interesting to commit to paper, in my opinion. Normally, I am tortured by my lunchtime book because 30 minutes is never long enough, and I am practically dying to see what will happen next. There is very little rock and roll, but there is, of course, a wedding, and possibly a heroine: Betsy Nilssen, who, daily, finds herself in the sort of Manhattan workplace frequently filled with fashion models, few of whom have spilled milk on their jeans. Marie Claire, October 1, 2007, review of Smart Girls like Me, p. We find ourselves wondering why this protagonist works a job she hates and embrace her new decision to move on.
Semi-paranoid 20 something dealing with the struggles of growing up and moving on. This seemed caught in between being something literary and something fun, so ended up being neither. It is a story about what happens when you love tremendously and desperately and occasionally unwisely. We find ourselves wondering why this protagonist works a job she hates and embrace her new decision to move on. Betsy's occasional flashes of brilliant self-understanding and her excellent grasp of metaphor using the orange as a shield could've been quite profound if Vardino had develped the idea further show the reader that Betsy is a smart girl--so why is she such a whiny slacker? Betsy Nilssen, the protagonist, represents the worst of her self-absorbed generation.
There is no reason why I could not turn this around. She has a best friend named Bridget, and all Betsy wants is to escape the coming apocalypse by fleeing with Bridget to New Zealand, where they could kayak through fjords and make out with surfers. But the design is trying to sell it to Nanny Diaries people by putting a rack of clothes on the pink cover! She has a best friend named Bridget, and all Betsy wants is to escape the coming apocalypse by fleeing with Bridget to New Zealand, where they could kayak through fjords and make out with surfers. Kirkus Reviews, August 15, 2007, review of Smart Girls like Me. Never again will I reflect on those excruciatingly embarrassing moments of obsessive young love and feel alone. I got about 75 pages in and I just can't read anymore. The characters in this book are self-involved, shallow, and void of any interesting qualities.
Like this one from the book you are holding right now and ought to buy immediately: 'Or maybe this is all a fabrication, a way to soften the fact that she is sashimi at Nobu and I am Stouffer's macaroni and cheese and that this is less an illuminating metaphor than it is an accurate description of what we both ate for dinner last night. The writing is, especially in the beginning, fresh and exciting. I didn't like myself much at that age and I didn't like our heroine, either, very much. I read her last for some reason I am glad that I did because this book was what saved me from never reading another book by a female auther in her twenties. That being said, it was an entertaining read, especially good for the summer. But I kept trying to think back to what I was like at 24 - was I this scattered? Her love life takes a bump near the end of the book, but instead of growing into a stronger character, she feels sorry for herself. But the design is trying to sell it to Nanny Diaries people by putting a rack of clothes on the pink cover! She has also worked as a waitress, Daily Show intern, and professional shampooer.
There are drugs, however illegal. I would give this 1. The novel, in any other light, is phenomenal. I have never disliked all the characters in a book before! The main character I can't even remember her name and that is saying something is so negative and annoying I'm surprised anyone can be friends with her. That's not to say that it's not a good book, because it is, the characters are well written and it's a very real story, but to me it was almost 'real' in the way Girls is real? Okay, so I checked this book out at the library approximately two weeks ago.
The problem is that once you have gotten your nifty new product, the smart girls like me vadino diane gets a brief glance, maybe a once over, but it often tends to get discarded or lost with the original packaging. Armies have been raised in less time. I liked the cultural allusions more than the story, sadly. This is a story about the risks and the rewards of becoming the next and better you, whoever that person might be. But two things happen: Bridget deserts Betsy—-if by that we mean that Bridget accepts her boyfriend's proposal of marriage—-and Betsy meets the man of her quite literal dreams, possibly the only person who might assuage the terrifying fact of Bridget's wedding while simultaneously distracting her from the end of the world—-er, year. I wanted her to take charge of her life instead of moping around until the The protagonist is a twenty-something struggling with work and her love life. The writing is smart and realistic.
Betsy's occasional flashes of brilliant self-understanding and her excellent grasp of metaphor using the orange as a shield could've been quite profound if Vardino had develped the idea further show the reader that Betsy is a smart girl--so why is she such a whiny slacker? In the begining of the book this character is almost sad and pathetic. It was pretty funny, and definitely fun to read. At the end of the book she has the predictable revelation about her life and her relationships and the true meaning of being happy, but she spent so much of the book acting like an idiot that I couldn't really bring myself to care. There are drugs, however illegal. There's no getting around the fact that there's a level of autobiography to it.