Yes, what a big surprise, I am reading a book about England! I have been an Anglophile for almost my entire life, but I have never actually been overseas. This is due to a lack of funds, a hatred of long flights, and fear of flying over the water for hours. I am not sure I’ll ever go, so I thought I’d grab this book and live vicariously.
The author is an American journalist who married an Englishman. Yeah, she is pretty much living my dream. I have a friend who is having a long-distance relationship with a Brit, and I have to admit I’m supremely jealous of her.
I’ve always thought that British men were classy, genteel, and sensitive. I’m about halfway through this book and the author has made them out to be rude, boorish alcoholics who wear ladies’ knickers under their suits. (Although I personally enjoy boys who are in touch with their feminine side.)
The reviews on amazon.com are all berating the author for being too critical of England and Brits in general. However, as someone who gets misunderstood all the time, I don’t think she is trying to be mean. I think she is trying to be funny but it’s just taken the wrong way. I’ve found many reasons to laugh while reading the book. So everyone just needs to lighten up! It’s good to have the rose-colored glasses taken off so you can see what everything really looks like.
I haven’t finished the book yet, but I would recommend it to anyone who has secretly fantasized about marrying a British rock star/poet/lord/knight/whatever. If you’re actually from England, maybe you shouldn’t read it. It might make you angry.