The Interestings - Meg Wolitzer
Oh my... If only they'd gone to Camp Crystal Lake instead.

Spare me from the self-absorbed, self-obsessed, 'me' generation. The only pleasure I got from this novel was the brilliant rant towards the end from the poor husband Dennis, the only one not to go to the beloved camp and the single person without their head up their arse. He saw these people for the f*ck-ups they were.

Don't be fooled by the nostalgic opening chapters. I was and I really wish I'd got out quick and not wasted any more time on it.
100 pages too long, totally hindered by Wolitzer's 'one step forward, two steps back' narrative timeline.