Memoirs of a
modern-day matchmaker, huh? This seemed to be fitting for a light and airy
craving; I only hoped that it wouldn't turn into a vapid, senseless read.
Ellie is
engage to a porn addict. Not only that, but he also goes to strip clubs for
"work." Smells fishy, right? Why is she marrying this guy?
Right from
the start, the story is a carnival of wacky wedding plans. Oh, it's so much
easier and faster to elope. I guess what has to be "perfect" is a
wedding. Oh brother. I found this to be utterly stupid. I thought she was
supposed to be a matchmaker.
The best
part was when her fiancé announced he was getting back together with his wife.
Now we're getting somewhere. Now Ellie is back to square one--finding Mr.
Perfect. Well, good luck because nobody's perfect. After all, it's hard to find
a man with "no nasal hair, no porn addiction or personality
disorder." Although she's way too picky, Ellie's list for a good man was
funny.
So Ellie
wants to prove that there is a perfect man, so she sets out to find one...for
every other woman; hence, a matchmaker is born. Well, those who can't do,
teach...I guess. But what's up with her idea of "being born of higher
purpose?"
Story is
filled with lukewarm humor and frivolous banter. The whole thing is really
nothing but a man hunt, and each man was more forgettable than the last. It's
generally dull.
My rating: 2 stars
No comments:
Post a Comment