Grace Dent

I do not mind admitting that until I saw this book, I had never heard of Grace Dent, but this is because I had never read any of her work or watched the television programmes that she has taken part in. However, I was very touched by her story and in the future I will be looking out for her.
One of the main reasons that I enjoyed her book was because it reminded me of my own youth. Although I am several years older than Grace, I can still identify with the lifestyle and food that was available to working class people during the seventies. I could also identify with the changes that people made to their diets during the 1980s when supermarkets became much bigger and offered more food at much cheaper prices. As stated in the book, many of these foods were to prove to be very bad for the nation`s health with the majority of people eating too much fat and sugar during this time.
Grace`s memoir is a true story of how a young working class woman worked (and played ) hard, to get where she is today.… (mais)

No. Just no. The title was intriguing. The book itself is 90% total rubbish. And no, I would NOT recommend it to people thinking about joining Twitter. I wouldn't recommend it to anyone.

It basically involves Grace Dent slagging off most other Twitter users with a cringe-inducing level of arrogance and explaining how and why Twitter is a horrible place and that the majority of people on it are annoying/boring and nearly everything tweeted there sucks. And then admitting she's addicted anyway.

If this is comedy, her style is not at all amusing to me. I barely managed to plough through this, and was muttering to myself half the time about how crap the content was. Much like her apparent attitude to Twitter, which is also rather hypocritical since she complains constantly about people who use it yet still uses it herself.

Oh, and the "best" bit? In 199 numbered pages, only 13 are actually about "how to leave Twitter" - and, spoiler, the author ends up not leaving anyway. Despite how much she's apparently disgusted by the site and everyone on it.

I know it's meant to be satire, but it falls completely flat. It's rubbish. The only reason I'm going to give it even 1 star is for that last chapter, an occasional decent one-liner and a couple of the feminist points she made. As for "laugh out loud"... no. I didn't even get a chuckle from this book. Perhaps the odd ironic twist of the lip. But that's the most.

I felt I'd wasted my time reading this. (Valuable Tweeting time! ;) Or, you know, time in which I could have read a better book.) Don't bother - watching paint dry might be more entertaining, since you probably won't want to throw things doing that.… (mais)