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1.0 out of 5 stars
The very last thing you would ever want to read., October 2, 2004
One really is perplexed, from time to time, by the sheer awfulness of what gets into print. I could write better than this. You could write better than this. Nonetheless, neither you nor I have had a book published by Picador, I'm willing to wager. The jokes are mildly funny, when they're funny at all. After two decades of writing, she thinks "schizophrenia" has something to do with "split personality". The characters are drawn lazily. The overall impression is one of being cornered at a party by an intoxicated Joan Rivers. We understand that the author has recently been engaged as the writer-in-residence at the Savoy Hotel. Somebody is giving her money, then: there's no need for you to add to it by buying this wretched book.
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1.0 out of 5 stars
Just not good, April 22, 2011
This book couldn't have been unfunnier if it were about poor cows suffering from Mad Cow disease. It's chick lit, not my favorite genre, but every now and then I come across a gem that I actually like. This wasn't one of them. It's about a brand new mom who just wanted to buy some prunes to help move things along but instead winds up in jail after a series of stupid coincidental calamities. We get to listen to her inane and crude thoughts as she prattles on about baby poop, drooping bellies, episiotomy plums in the undies and sore dripping teats. The father is a married jerk with twins who wants nothing to do with her and won't bail her out. How shocking and original. From what I can gather she has no job, no skills, no brains and no sugar daddy. She fears social services will force her into adopting out the baby so she has a girlfriend (a middle aged Sex In The City wannabe type) sneak it out of jail and take care of it and then whines because her boobs are dripping and sore. The point of view then switches back and forth between the chick in jail and her vapid, materialistic and equally brain dead friend. I fear for the kid and for my brain cells. . . . It's also horribly dated. The only serious laugh I got out of the thing was when one of the jailbirds declares Mel Gibson `the perfect man'. LOL, there's nothing like unintentional humor. The rest of the humor was insulting, rude and/or flat out gross. The humor was so tedious and s so bad that I found myself waiting for her hemorrhoids to start up a dialogue and tell me about their day. Not recommended.
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3.0 out of 5 stars
Completely over the top!, July 4, 2003
Kathy Lette definitely has a style all her own. Full of puns, creative turns of phrase, and descriptions that would make Samantha Jones blush, Mad Cows is not for the weak at heart. The book begins with single mum, Maddy, who decides to brave her first shopping trip with her newborn. She ends up in jail, being harrassed by her solicitor, and "sweet-talked" by her fellow inmates. The story only gets more bizarre from there. This book is clearly meant to shock, so if you're looking for sympathetic characters and a heart-warming story, keep looking. If you're up for a psychotic ride and a unique novel, then this would make a quick and enjoyable read for you. This just isn't my particular style.
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