Reviews for Girls' Poker Night

The average rating for Girls' Poker Night based on 2 reviews is 1.5 stars.

Review # 1 was written on 2010-12-13 00:00:00 Kylinn Leiby 2.5 stars, but I approve of the way it ended, so i'm rounding up. Davis the writer is like Ruby, her protagonist. She pushes you away with quirkiness, but deep inside there's an interesting story and thoughtful writing just trying to get out. There were points that I read and thought--I can really relate to that. And then Davis would move onto another tedious character or have Ruby do something to tick me off and I'd get irritated. I have a very low tolerance for self-destructive characters who push away people they care about because they fear abandonment. For most of the book, I just wanted Ruby to KNOCK IT OFF ALREADY, and get a grip. I can't deal with the self-absorption of people like that: "I love you! Really, I do! Oh, you're not perfect? GET OUT OF MY LIFE." *sigh* Ruby, in real life, would just be...exhausting. So since the book revolved mostly around how (admittedly) screwed up Ruby was, it was tedious. Her "girls" of the title were also either tedious or I couldn't keep them straight, so they didn't add much to the story. In general, I think I'm over Jill A. Davis. Her quirky shtick, even with the gooey heartfelt center, is just not my style.

Review # 2 was written on 2011-04-11 00:00:00 Lyndon Newman I just needed something light and mindless to read whilst my student teacher is teaching. Jill Davis' Girls' Poker Night was passed around at this year's Book Club Christmas Book Exchange. My friend Shannon, whose sense of humor I thoroughly enjoy, said she laughed out loud reading it! I did not. The thing is -- I'm not even opposed to chick lit on principle. Sometimes -- times like now -- I even seek it out. I need a reading break every once in awhile. But this book just did not do it for me. Written as a series of vignettes, Ruby Capote, emotionally crippled, details her move from Boston to New York to write a Sex and the City-esque column for a NYC newspaper. Through therapy and turmoil, she finds herself. And she also plays poker in Wednesday nights. Nothing about this book rang true -- characters, plot, nada. At times, I wasn't even exactly sure what happened since the vignettes jump around so frequently and without clarifying transitions. At other times, I was bored. I'm sorry to say, even for chick lit, Girls' Poker Night is not a winner for me.