Yes, I have recently read all of the above books written (in part) by none other than Katie Price. From the moment I heard that she was an "author", I have had a morbid curiosity about her books. I have wanted to read the books written by the very woman who has said on national television that she doesn't believe that "retorical" questions exist. As a person who has completed her GCSE's, I am fully aware that rhetorical questions are indeed covered in the high school syllabus so I was shocked as to how this woman could write works of fiction.
So I admit, I went out and bought the trilogy that is Angel, Angel Uncovered and Paradise. Now let me not mince my words here. Despite a certain Rebecca Farnworth being the one to have actually penned the novels and not our lovely Katie, they are still shockingly written. All the words are in the right order and the punctuation is all okay and what not and there's nothing specifically WRONG with them...it's more that there isn't enough articulate prose for me to say that there is anything right with them. The tone runs along the vein of "she tossed her platinum extensions over her shoulder haughtily". I mean, it's not BAD, it's just childish. It's boring. It shows a distinct lack of respect for the English language as this published author is writing at the same level as somebody still in high school. It infuriates me that I shall probably never be lucky enough to get a novel published yet drivel like this is available purely because people think Katie Price wrote it.
Anyway, my point is that she isn't going to be winning any prizes for her witty and fiercely addictive prose style. However, having read almost 1000 pages about Angel and her glamorous lifestyle, I will concede that the plot is better than expected. It's fast-paced and dramatic with plenty of unexpected twists and turns, the characters are all fairly believable (and not all as two-dimensional as you may think) and I was actually a little disappointed when I finished reading Paradise this morning. It's of those guilty pleasures that, even though you know it's trash, it's okay to spend a couple of hours on the beach with, or curled up in bed with when you're ill and feeling sorry for yourself. If you don't usually read because you find books to be boring then I'd definitely recommend these books and if you do usually read "proper" books but just fancy a no-strings break from the likes of Ian McEwan than perhaps these books will do the trick.
(I've just realised that I haven't actually said anything about what these books are about so I suppose I'd better try and sum them up now in case somebody is actually thinking of giving them a go. Here goes: Angel Summers is a glamour model. Over the course of the three books, there are plenty of love triangles and glamorous parties all around the world along with a healthy dose of drug addiction, infidelity, post-natal depression and enough bitchiness to last a lifetime. Angel's boyfriends include pop stars and footballers, her best friend is a gay make-up artist ((not modelled on Katie Price's own life at all then)) and that's basically all there is to her. I'm too exhausted to try and sell them anymore because they really aren't that good).
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