while waiting in a line that snaked most the way way through barnes and noble two days before christmas i found this book lying on top of a harry potter display. obviously the title had not captured the interest of the previous customer the duration of the wait, but i was an easier target. i thought this was a non-fiction work of a woman and her perspective on all her previous relationships and not being female it could be insightful. turns out the story is fiction and beyond lucinda’s entertaining recall of hip trends during the 70′s and 80′s, not much worth while.