REVIEW: Bright Lights, Big Ass (Jen Lancaster)

Once again, it's been a while. I plan on doing a bit of an overhaul of my rating system soon, which I'll semi-start with this post, but since I haven't done much here and right now I'm essentially just writing for myself at this point, I'll put that off for another day. After finishing this most recent book though, I had to put everything down and get myself going. So. Here goes.




Title: Bright Lights, Big Ass: A Self-Indulgent, Surly, Ex-Sorority Girl's Guide to Why  It Often Sucks in the City, or Who are These Idiots and Why Do They All Live Next Door to Me?
Author: Jen Lancaster
Reading Level: Easy, quick read. Lots of anecdotes. Possibly a good commuter book, but only if you have the self-control to contain your giggling in public.
Amazon Average Rating: 4 stars (96 reviews)
My Rating: 4 stars
Keep/Borrow/Pass: Keep

Sample writing style:  I huff on the couch for another minute, which is just enough time to vow that the TV cooking chick is now my sworn enemy. You, missy! Yes you with the EVOO and GB and LMNOP and the rest of the stupid abbreviations. Enough with your toothy Joker smile and al the giggling. If you’re going to chop, dice, or practically puree something, use one of those descriptive words and not “gonna run myknife through it,” because that doesn’t tell me anything. And how about a specific unit of measure and not just “eyeball it.” […] And please either turn up the heat in the studio or wear a looser shirt. ‘Cause I ordered the arugula, not areola, thanks (124).

First of all, that excerpt is from one of my most favorite parts of the book -- when Jen Lancaster goes off on Rachael Ray. Anyone who knows me knows that I am not much of a fan. Apparently, neither is Jen.