Ralph’s Party

I fear I may have just read my first “Chick-lit” book. Ralph’s Party is the work in question. I picked it up a few months back on the basis of something I read somewhere at sometime. Let’s just say that I wouldn’t recommend it.
Absolutely nothing happens in this book.
Well not quite true. So there’s this flat somewhere in south London with three sets of people and they all end up getting involved to one extent or another. By the end, and look away now if you don’t want to know what happens, only one pair of these people are happy. So that’s nice then.
It’s perfectly readable, but I just couldn’t care for the characters. The one you start out liking, you’re suddenly supposed to hate. And vice versa. Does that mean that these are true to life well rounded characters? Well only a bit. But recognising yourself or people you know in a book isn’t enough to make me like it – quite the reverse.


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