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8 of 8 people found the following review helpful:
1.0 out of 5 stars
Just awful, March 16, 2002
By A Customer
Like Kimberla Lawson Roby, Ms. Copeland is a good storyteller with poor writing skills. Much of this book read like a list. Every time food was served, and this was often, the entire menu was listed. One well-known name could never be mentioned; there always had to be one of those doggone lists. "The Arsenio Hall Show, The Tonight Show, Oprah." Or "Jheryl Busby, Quincy Jones, Eddie Murphy, Al B. Sure, Cuba Gooding, Jr., Jam and Lewis, L.A. and Babyface." Or "Chanel, Saint Laurent, Chloe, Christian Dior, Hermes, Givenchy."The name dropping got old real fast. Every time luggage or a wallet was mentioned it was preceded by the words "Louis Vuitton." (I think this designer is one of the author's personal favorites; a trivia game could be established counting the number of times she mentions it.) Ms. Copeland obviously was hoping her readers would drool over the descriptions of Italian furniture, Chinese rugs, pink marbled bathrooms, ad nauseam, or else she believes her readers are as shallow as Gunther and Topaz. Lines like "They pulled up in front of a four-bedroom house," or "Don't you think it's time we started getting ready for the Natalie Cole concert at the Bowl?" are showing off merely for the reader's benefit. It is impossible for someone to drive up to a house and know how many bedrooms it has. And anyone who was asking their spouse to get ready would simply say, "for the concert," because the spouse would already know who is performing and where. I haven't seen anything so blatant since the Huxtable family had that Princeton fixation (it was never "school," always "Princeton.") The writing is extremely amateurish. There is nothing creative about not using, "he/she said." But no one "said" anything in this book. They barked, yelled, repeated, suggested, sang softly (?!), commented, joined in, protested, scolded, replied, questioned, asked, shouted, squealed, mumbled, admonished, heard voices proclaim (?!), laughed, giggled, promised, offered, commanded, rattled off...but never SAID. Cliches were rampant, another mark of the amateur. Pleased as Punch, cool as ice, like a kid in a candy store, sugary sweet. How did this get published? The point of view bounced back and forth like a tennis ball. Dialogue was usually accompanied with empty descriptions of emotions, i.e. "She couldn't believe it." "She was sincere." "She was livid." If Ms. Copeland knew anything about writing she would know that the first rule of writing is show, don't tell! But yet every time a character was introduced their complexion was described, even people who were just passing through, like customer service clerks. What's up with that? The use of "Dang" REALLY got on my nerves. In the end I found myself skipping through the endless lists and empty emotions just to see Gunther and Topaz get their comeuppance. But, hey, considering all the readers who thought this book was fabulous, maybe I'm just being too picky to expect good writing.
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