Many a time have I found myself sneering at vapid chick-lit, or self-help books such as
The Rules in bookstores: sorely tempted to purchase them in order to enable me to find out more about the Bridget-Jones-esque dating culture I so irrationally despise. Thoughts of such a book invading my bookshelves like a bad smell (possibly even rendering my wee collection of feminist literature null and void) always convinced me to refrain from wasting my money. However, when I saw a copy of Jo Hemmings’
The Dating Game (a £9.99 book) going for a mere
ten pence in Bookworld on Sauchiehall Street today, I just couldn’t resist.
On a positive note, Jo Hemmings isn’t the “how to meet Mr Right and bully him up the aisle” lady I anticipated: her attitude is more “let’s have a laugh for the moment.” It’s still, in essence, a book for women wanting men to like them. As I said in another article, the problem with the flood of relationship self-help books floating about...