I can forgive myself a fast stupid read better than I can a long stupid read. I picked this up at the library after work and read it through the news and partway through "The Smartest Guys in the Room" (until I decided the documentary needed more attention and worked on AKT's stocking instead) and finished it before I fell asleep. Is Ann Brashares going to milk the series until all the girls are paired off? Skim milk, that.
So this was a fast stupid read. Margaret George's Helen of Troy is not quite stupid, but for heaven's sake if I can't get through The Iliad I don't deserve 800 pages of faux-Homer nigh-romance novel. At least I should hold off until I finish next week's club book.