Well I saw the movie a long time ago and got the book only recently at the Marblehead Booksale. It was quite pleasant with the four women somehow transformed by Italy into their better selves. In the end everyone is neatly paired off in a very un-modern way but you're happy for them. Sadly this novel has spawned so many other similar modern stories of four women getting together (it's always the four archetypes: slut, brain, priss and amalgam of other three), clutching on to each other in high heels giggling hysterically,and after drinking a couple of pitchers of Margaritas someone shagging the busboy. My worst nightmare! (Not the busboy, the women.) Enchanted April has dignity...no Meryl Streep prancing around singing Mamma Mia.
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