At Thanksgiving, this book was sitting on the coffee table. I've been curious about what all the fuss was about. Read the first two chapters, giggled a lot in places where I probably wasn't supposed to and was horrified at the very bad writing, among other things. Curiousity satisified. No longer interested.
Then, I had to try to avoid telling my cousin, who was thrilled that I was reading it, how I really felt.