Is Quadriderm Used On Scars

and love in Los Angeles, Karen Mack and Jennifer Kaufman

I was in a moment. I passed in front of a feast of books, all for 4 euro. I saw the cover. I read the back cover. The main character is a young divorced woman, passionate reader, when something in her life does not go to stay at home and read, read, read, read. Basically my dream (if only there was a "little problem" of labor). When I read "I collect new books in the same way in which my friend bought bags signed. Sometimes I just know of them and I ask myself the question if I to read them. Not that the end does not read them all, one by one. I do. But the mere act of buying them makes me happy: life is more promising, more rewarding. It 'hard to explain, but I feel, in a sense, more optimistic. The whole rigmarole of purchase makes me happy. "I decided I had to buy it. I just started back home.

The first pages are nice. But then he started on my nerves. Meanwhile, the protagonist does not nothing from morning to evening, but laurels. It complains as well. Then puts a citation every two or three sentences, as if to show what has been taken. Most of the books mentioned, however, are by U.S. authors.
Then there the difficult choice between two handsome men, says the back cover. The first is in my humble opinion, a poor loser selfish, snobbish and presuppositional and the second does not inspire me at all. It seems as if it must be nice from a certain point in the book just need to plot.
In general there is an irritating superficiality in all the events and characters in the book. Some ideas are interesting, but held in a surface so as to be almost commonplace.

Mainly I can not stand this book for one simple reason. The protagonist is not a lover of books, but a person with a defect in obsessive-compulsive disorder in relation to reading. Deviated from the point of view love for reading, as if those who read it did only to escape to the surrounding reality, and to return to "normal" should reduce the frequency of his readings. A final assessment of that seemed very partial, misleading and inappropriate. Present the main character as a lover of reading is equivalent to present Hitler as "obnoxious."

This book seems to me an American idiot and superficial. Horrible.