Unwifeable

I really, really wanted to like this book more. There were passages in which I found myself cringing in recognition but inevitably they would be followed by chapters in which I found the name dropping and sensationalism shallow and vapid. I've grown tired of memoirs written by “party girls” who find their Prince Charmings after living a zany life in a big city. Without the self-reflection, this was a rather pointless journey.