* The Clasp by Sloane Grosley

There must be a good market for novels featuring French jewelry (see this recent review), and alas the effect is not working on me.  The Clasp is a tedious comedy starring three college friends with severely frivolous lives who reunite at a friend’s wedding and then embark on a quixotic quest for a French necklace that we just know cannot exist. Opportunities for drunken couplings (wedding), romantic hotels (French countryside), ridiculous bliss of riding the metro (Paris), quotes from all the English courses the author likely took (all over), and a surprising number of similes that don’t quite work.

I could only hope (a) for the book to end or (2) the protagonists to grow up, already.


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