I Think I'll Pass On This One, Even If I See It In A Remainder Bin for 99 Cents

She's been called the "Vanilla Ice of journalism". Nepotism got her a sinecure at The Globe and Mail and now she's written a book. Ryan Bigge pulls no punches in his review of the despicably vacuous Leah McLaren's "Continuity Girl":

The Continuity Girl illuminates the limitations of my thesaurus. Uber-lousy? Fifth-rate? Super-bad? None of above. There exists no English word that adequately describes the not-so-goodness herein. Even the German word SaumassigeSchreibmaschiene, which roughly translates into 'putrid garbage typewriter prose,' fails to convey the stench of this slush pile.

Joanna Goodman wrote this review for McLaren's employer, The Globe and Mail:

McLaren has crafted a relevant women's comedy for the ages. She astutely captures the dilemma of today's working woman who finds herself mid-thirties, single and longing to become a mother, and she does it while eliciting her fair share of laugh-out-loud moments in the process.
McLaren has been touted as Canada's Carrie Bradshaw. Those are some big Manolo Blahniks to fill, but The Continuity Girl proves McLaren's got the style, wit and intelligence to do it.

Not surprising but shameful nonetheless.