43. Last Night at Chateau Marmont by Lauren Weisberger
I'm disappointed in Lauren Weisberger.
The Devil Wears Prada continues to be some of the most incisive, luscious writing I've ever read, despite concerning a niche (the fashion world) and plot I couldn't care less about. The characters, while not very sympathetic, are fascinating and at least relatable.
Brooke Alter is, if nothing else, extremely relatable. She's a nutritionist who's spent five years supporting her musician husband, Julian. What's not to love?
But that's the problem.
Brooke is always too reasonable, too understanding, too nice. I don't like arbitrary drama and I hate when female protagonists are stupid, but Brooke doesn't even get angry when she has legitimate cause.
Like Prada revolves around the fashion world, this one revolves around the music world. However, Weisberger's knowledge of this world is skin deep. It feels not only fabricated but simply...sparse. The representatives of the evil music universe are largely limited to Julian's agents, who while prickly and strange, don't seem to warrant the brush off they get at the end.
I'm in the market for a new auto-beach read author. Any suggestions?