I am reading Oh Dear Silvia, and I am not especially impressed.  I think this is the first book I have read by Dawn French, although I feel as though I know her name from somewhere.  I probably don't.  The characters are such caricatures that I am feeling bored and as though I can predict everything they each will say and do.  They try too hard to be zany and hilarious, or bighearted and kind, or dry and dull.  (Especially successful in the latter department, unfortunately.)  I find it hard to stay interested and I'm sort of pleased that it's nearly over, although I suspect she's going to kick the bucket soon.  Poor thing, I would too.

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