This book is just ok from a chick lit stand point. My main issue was that the main character spent 75% of the book complaining about how she couldn't possibly write anything that matched the caliber of Jane Austen. After a while any mention of how much better Jane Austen is at writing stories just made me wonder what I was doing reading this silly piece of fluff when I could actually be reading Jane Austen. It's like the book just tells you over and over again that you could be reading something really good, but instead you are wasting your time with this book. Tell me enough times and yeah, I walk away feeling like I didn't really like your book.
What's not clear in the description is that this is an 8 min poem. And it's bad poetry. It was not informative at all.
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