The shortest distance between two women

I quit, 167 pages in. At issue:

1) Clucking hens. How anyone could take pleasure or interest in reading about a group of women bitching at/about each other at every turn is beyond me. Perhaps this is one for the reality television watching set of the population.

2) Digressions. Too many conversations and moments remembered inside of conversations and moments remembered inside of conversations and moments. I found it maddening to attempt to care what was being argued in the first or the second when the others didn't matter much more to me, either.