I almost don't even want to confess to reading this book. A friend dropped it round in amongst a whole bunch of other books. She did warn me that it wasn't much but thought I might find it funny.
I didn't. In fact on several occasions I asked myself why I was still reading it and continually berated myself to stop. Just put the dang thing down. But I have this compulsion to read books once I've started them. As you can see from my reading list on the left I will start a book and if I don't get on with it I will keep it on the bedside table until I have forced myself to read it through. I will not be beaten by a book. Even a crap book. What's wrong with me? Why do I have this compulsion?
Ah, but this is about the book not me.
Oh forget that. I'm not going to spend the time to write about a waste of time book and waste your time making you read about said book.
Go to Jail. Go directly to Jail. Do not pass Go. Do not collect $200. Do not read this book.