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I started reading "Something Borrowed" today.
Is it just me or am I the only one who has a problem with the fact that the main character is having an affair with her best friend's fiance?
I mean, sure, the best friend is a shallow bitch, and this is supposed to make it okay, somehow, but you know what? We're talking about the principle of the whole thing. I mean, if you're any sort of ethical person, you wouldn't even do something like that to begin with. And what's more is that it doesn't even occur to Rachel (the main character) that if Dex will cheat on Darcy, then maybe he might cheat on her, too.
That's my thinking: once a cheater, always a cheater.
Yeah, I realize that, in real life, nothing's so black-and-white, but I'm the petty, unforgiving sort.
I had to dig out my old diary from 2004 to find that advice column I'd saved: the one where I wrote in about my aunt, in the hopes that she'd recognize herself in it and see herself for the evil human being that she is.
I don't think she ever read the column, though.
I can't be sure. I mean, she might have read it and might have been too dense to realize that it was about her.
I thought I'd expand on that for this one piece I'm doing about my family.
I shouldn't have discussed it with my mom, 'cause the way she pursed her lips and then said, "People will look down on you if you ever manage to get that book published" just nagged at me. And I guess when you're writing for someone else, instead of yourself, your writing jsut gets bad. Or maybe that's just me.
Is it just me or am I the only one who has a problem with the fact that the main character is having an affair with her best friend's fiance?
I mean, sure, the best friend is a shallow bitch, and this is supposed to make it okay, somehow, but you know what? We're talking about the principle of the whole thing. I mean, if you're any sort of ethical person, you wouldn't even do something like that to begin with. And what's more is that it doesn't even occur to Rachel (the main character) that if Dex will cheat on Darcy, then maybe he might cheat on her, too.
That's my thinking: once a cheater, always a cheater.
Yeah, I realize that, in real life, nothing's so black-and-white, but I'm the petty, unforgiving sort.
I had to dig out my old diary from 2004 to find that advice column I'd saved: the one where I wrote in about my aunt, in the hopes that she'd recognize herself in it and see herself for the evil human being that she is.
I don't think she ever read the column, though.
I can't be sure. I mean, she might have read it and might have been too dense to realize that it was about her.
I thought I'd expand on that for this one piece I'm doing about my family.
I shouldn't have discussed it with my mom, 'cause the way she pursed her lips and then said, "People will look down on you if you ever manage to get that book published" just nagged at me. And I guess when you're writing for someone else, instead of yourself, your writing jsut gets bad. Or maybe that's just me.