Pink Wolves

I have often wondered how two people can write fiction. I think writing a story is such a personal thing. I mean, I can understand if it's non-fiction or reporting. One person will do research on one side, while the other does the next, but forming a story? Well, I just finished reading "Wolves In Chic Clothing," which was written by two people: Carrie Karasyov and Jill Kargman, and these two even live in opposite sides of the country, so double my bewilderment. It was a zippy read: I finished in less than a day. However, there isn't much to the story - a young woman is used as a pawn between two egotistical friends who are just bored with their upper-crust life. I thought this was going to be one of those Devil-wears-prada kind of stories, but it's not even that. It's a sort-of Eliza Doolittle inspired story, but not even fully realized. A lot of the characters are half-baked stereotypes, and that includes the main character. You get swept into the fancy backgrounds and trappings, but ultimately it's just not an interesting enough of a story. These two authors never met a cliche they didn't, and it's only a consolation for me that the gay en in this novel are the ones who aren't as shallow as the other characters. Plus, I was amazed by the sheer number of grammatical errors in the book. You would think that with two authors, one of four eyes would catch them. It's a mindless read, wrapped in pink wrapping paper. 


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