Catherine wrote: Thanks for highlighting just how evil this book is. I bought Jemima J in an airport bookstore just before getting on a 14-hour flight. With nothing else to read. I spent the next 14 hours cursing my poor taste, then forcing my husband to read the most hideous passages. The video screens for our row of seats did not work for the majority of the flight, so this wretched book was my sole form of entertainment. Instead of leaving the book on the plane so that another traveler with nothing to read might find it, I took it home and threw it in the trash. I really cannot think of a more offensive or poorly written book. I also have long suspected that it may have been written specifically to piss me off. From Rebecca : I stop by the book section when I'm at Target just to stash all the copies of this crap behind other books, so nobody will be confused into buying it. I show my friends the cover, then refuse to let them borrow it. I hate, hate, hate this book. Sarah : I had the misfortune of reading this suck fest this weekend--timely, no? The worst part was that I bought and read it on the recommendation of a friend who loved it. I still can't wrap my brain around, or articulate very well how much I hated it. I had to call my mother and tell her how horrible it was and by the end of the conversation she was apologizing to me for having such a bad experience, which was awfully nice of her. I've actually never had a novel throw me into such a rage. I've also never had such an overwhelming desire to physically destroy a book. From Thursday : Ah, Jemima J and Hate. Like crispy bacon and wonder bread, they're two great tastes that taste great together. This crap-in-a-soft-back sat in my bedside table for months as I tried to figure out how the hell I was going to get rid of it. I would think about pitching it, read a passage, get pissed off and slam it back in the drawer; then some literary brainwashing took place and I would forget exactly how evil the damn thing. Rinse, lather, repeat. I finally dumped it like a boat anchor at the local Goodwill and ran. From Sundry : It was the most fetid piece of trash I think I’ve about ever read, and that’s coming from a girl who has read more than one Jackie Collins book. I would read it, toss it aside in disgust, then pick it back up because I kept wanting to see if it could actually get WORSE (yes! And how!). Kelly said: Dear God, I thought it was just me. Other women I know liked this book. We are no longer friends. Jules: Thank you for saying you hated this book. You're right, the book is ass. I hated that book so much, I threw it away as soon as I was done. I would have set it on fire, but didn't want to deal with the mess. I read it over a year ago and wrote a negative review on Amazon and thought I was the only one who felt so much hatred about the book. Jana: I wish there was a place where I could send my copy of Jemima Fucking J to be recycled into decent chick lit.  I hated that book with every fiber of my being.  Thank you for hating it so much.  Jane: I thought I was the only person in the world scarred by reading Jemima J ! I couldn't even bring myself to share it with friends, not even in the time-honored "This is so horrible you have to READ it!" tradition. Nay. I could not, for then I would have to admit to having bought it, thus revealing my dark and secret shame. Finally, from Laura: I also passionately hate Jemima J . I hate it when people recommend it to me, just 'cause I'm a chubby girl trying to lose some. I don't understand how they could possibly think any overweight girl could possibly ever like or want to relate to this book. It sucks so bad. I read it on the train once when there was nothing else to read. It really is the worst.     [ p o u n d ]