Lana Penrose

I think i will have to admit defeat - read about half and found I couldnt care less - put it down and read a few more books inbetween and then picked it back up to try and finish it and still didnt care. A thinly fictionalised autobiography, too self indulgent for me to dredge up any sympathy for her. What could have been funny reads as pathetic, and except for the umtimely death of a friend, ultimately strikes me as an insincere attempt to justify her failure to grow up.A shame because the soundtrack rocks.… (mais)