Officially the worst book I've read this year so big round of applause to Woolf for ruining one week of 2015 for me. Yay!

Now....I am a man, a pretty awesome and strong and handsome man but even I got fed up with all of Woolf's comments putting down women, I've read books where they have mentioned that the lady is the weaker sex but Woolf just comes across as whiny (like I am in this review) the comments were like walking the street at 2am and coming across a drunken woman screaming at her boyfriend and trying to walk past without making eye contact... in fact I got so good at this I managed to go pages forgetting to read, so annoyingly I had to keep going back. The characters reminded me of the great Gatsby, tedious and very bland, nobody was interesting enough for me to care.

I have really tried to find a way to give this book 2 stars but when the highlight of a book is an earwig in some milk you just know there is no way that is going to happen.

So I might as well keep the rubbish books flowing and read Harry Potter next :)