Thank you, Scott Fitzgerald, for teaching me that if I loathe EVERY SINGLE CHARACTER in a book, I probably will not enjoy the reading experience. Sometimes I read on anyway, if the writing style is compelling or it's an Important Book or my spidey senses tell me the characters will undergo some fundamental change that makes them likeable, but Dog Days
didn't hit any of those points for me.
I don't care about anyone in Cox's story and I have no desire to read about their political maneuverings and adulterous affairs. I don't care about their graham-cracker heels or their champagne preferences or their stupid Blackberries. The most hilarious thing about Dog Days
is that somehow I ended up with two copies, and I can't make it past the first fistful of pages -- I got to page 36. I'm done.