The Actor and the Housewife

I don't know what I was thinking when I picked out this book. 1) I didn't like her last book very much. 2) I hate that movie Notting Hill, which it kinda reminds me of. 3) It is basically a full length book with the outlook of one of those Mormon housewife blogs: you know, the ones who have perfect pictures of their perfectly beautiful kids and their super husbands they are so much in love with. It's just creepy. And annoying. I'm mean for being spiteful at those nice Mormon girls but I don't trust them. Nobody's that completely content; it smacks of deep dark secrets to me. So I couldn't spend a minute more with the charming Ms. Becky Jack.