In Which Our Heroine (me) Learns a Lesson

Yep, a valuable lesson. Like I just listened to Curtis Sittenfeld's American Wife on CD on a long commute back and forth from Springfield and I have nobody but myself to blame. I never liked her book Prep, the narrator and all the characters were very unlikable and so basically then why bother with this? But I did not learn a valuable lesson that time and I listened all the way to the end and now I want to complain about her poor writing, boring undeveloped characters (a thinly drawn and thinly disguised George and Laura Bush) and lack of anything mildly redeeming in it. I think the reason she wrote it about Laura Bush is because she completely lacked the imagination to flesh out a full story or character and just set this on top of Laura Bush so that all the numerous blanks would be filled in with the real story.
But it's like when a friend of yours has a rotten boyfriend who she tells you all the time that she doesn't really like but she hangs out with him whenever he calls and cancels your plans to see him and then expects you to feel sorry for her when he treats her badly and you're supposed to let her complain about it all over again. Umm... excuse me...no complaining allowed if you're still insisting on dating them! Stiff upper lip! I don't want to hear it.
But really I was 3 1/2 hours in the car on the way back back from Springfield and then I had nothing else to listen to, and I never liked her first book Prep and....oh I get it...it's my own fault and you're not going to feel sorry for me. Stiff upper lip. I know! I know!