My wife and I are in Fully Booked quite often. It’s kind of a default destination for us whenever we have nothing specific to do and we just need to get out of the house. We browse around for an hour or so, taking note of the books we like before finally choosing from among them and heading for the counter.
During one such trip a couple of weeks ago, my wife came up to the counter with a basketfull of chick lit. I, on the other hand, just had two or three books cradled in my arm. I told her that it was a bit too much since we’d be back in a couple of days anyway. But, no, she said that she chose all of the books so that she doesn’t have to buy any book for a few weeks. I relented, but it was too late. My wife’s credit card had already been swiped by the evil saleslady. (Note to self: cancel wife’s extension cards)
It’s been a couple of weeks. I’ve already burned through the books I bought and have begun re-reading back issues of my car magazines. I was getting bored and all I could see was this pile of chick lit on my wife’s bedside table. It was too late in the evening to get a snack and the iPad was taken hostage by the kids. So, without really thinking about it, I rolled over to the other side of the bed and got the book on top of the pile.
It was a book entitled “Kate”, subtitled “Kate Middleton: Princess in Waiting”, written by Claudia Joseph and it was an excruciating read. The first eleven chapters were about Kate Middleton’s paternal and maternal ancestors and how most of them lived and died as mine workers. It was sad… Really… And boring. The chapters about Kate Middleton herself began in primary school and there was nothing there.
So, I muddled through a few more chapters until I got to the point where she became the flat mate of the prince. At this point you’d think, “Ah! Now for the good part.” You’d expect sex, drugs and other unspeakable acts, but, like the rest of the book, there was nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
It would have been nice if the author wrote about how the Middletons built their party planning business called Party Pieces or included more photographs of the other people mentioned so often in this book, but, I guess Claudia Joseph wrote the book for a very specific audience and never really expected it to sell beyond the shores of England.