Somethings are NOT worth Knowing

I just started reading Everything Worth Knowing by Lauren Weisenberg

and I must say that it is one of the most god-awful books I've ever read. And I've only read about a quarter of it so far. The only reason I'm trying to finish it is cause, well, I bought it and I hate leaving books unfinished and thereby wasting my money.

It's almost as bad as the The Inscrutable Americans by Anurag Mathur.

And that's saying a lot. Simply because The Inscrutable Americans made me want to stick my finger up my nose and pull my brain out. Yes, it is that horrible. And I regretted ever reading it. Suffice to say, I'm going to be giving a wide berth to any Anurag Mathur books from now onwards.

Back to Everything Worth Knowing, the reason I bought it was cause I read The Devil Wears Prada and though I didn't love the book.

I loved the description of the clothes in the books. The Diane Von Furstenburg dress, the Roberto Cavalli patchwork skirt. Well you get the picture.

So basically, do not read this book unless you are absolutely wasted like I am right now and have nothing better to do.

Stay Away!!

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