Review: Just...no.
Rating: 1 out of 5
Date: 09 11, 2013
It's a rare book that gets a literal two roller, meaning I rolled my eyes at least twice per page. Normally, it's a per chapter kinda thing. But this...this made it into the hall of fame. Luckily it was  short enough that I didn't get angry at the time wasted reading it. First off, the female body is amazingly adaptable. It is not a can of sardines that has to be specially opened and forced into acceptance. That particular 'obsession' in this book was beyond annoying. And what did you do? Peruse magazines to see what billionaires eat, drink and have covering their walls? That was beyond strange.  This book spent so much time trying to convince us that it was slick, sophisticated and great....but it was the cry of a street urchin trying to convince us it was really a prince in disguise.  The only advice I can really give you is write what you know...and you obviously don't know billionaires and high priced attorneys.