Book reviews

Jerry: How's that new book you're reading?

Harvey: Ugh. Have you ever known a girl that started as just-a-friend but then you found yourself starting to become attracted to her, and then before you knew it you were taking her out all the time and buying her things and listening to her all the time -- hanging on her every word -- and she unfolds her life stories... but then, as time went on and things remained platonic you found yourself unsure of where you stood and what exactly was going on? So then you you try to feel things out, scan for clues, drop hints, listen, wonder and wait; and it's strange because you are so comfortable around her and she you, and she doesn't seem to be interested in any other guys and finally when you screw up the nerve to confront her about it: it turns out that you're just dating platonically and that she has no -- and never had any -- interest in you whatsoever.

And then, precisely at that point of realization: your tolerance for listening to her prattle on about her overbearing mom, and her job, and her trouble understanding boys, has evaporated -- and it takes everything you have to keep from beating the shit out of her as you leave her standing in parking lot of the Kelsey's at Erin Mills Town Centre, never to speak to her again?

Jerry: Uh, not really, no.

Harvey: Oh. Well, that's Memoirs of a Geisha for you. It's a tad prolonged, kinda interesting, though basically unfulfilling.