Sigh. Shannon Hale REALLY needs to stay away from writing about the 21st Century.This book bugged me so much. I desperately wanted to like it, but it was ridiculous. The cheesy and predictable cliches about Mormonism, the preachy, holier than thou attitude made it necessary to read next to a garbage can in order to keep the puke off my rug. Don't get me wrong. I'm active in the LDS church and I think it's admirable that Hale gives voice to fictional characters in "real" life without compromising her values. However, she went the easy route and offered the often perceived self-righteous within their imperfection Mormon, which is really quite sad as she could be using her acclaim to stomp on those stereotypes. Ugh.
The characters were one-dimensional, the plot laughable, and the writing itself was hardly sub-par.The whole thing was so contrived! Near the end of the book, when the alleged point of the relationship between the actor and the housewife comes to light, I literally rolled my eyes. The entire relationship was ridiculous; the person she portrayed as the goody-goody Mormon housewife would, in my humble opinion, never demean themselves by having such a personal relationship with the actor. (Don't miss the sarcasm there.) At this point, I can't even remember the names of these lackluster characters.
