On Beauty by Zadie Smith
The most uneven book I've ever read. Some passages are purely brilliant followed by some of the most boring prose in the history of writing. Also Smith sometimes forces Forester's plot on hers very awkwardly, like at the concert, and then when she has a chance to actually incorporate the plot with ease she neglects to, like at the frat party. Also I agree with other reviewers that she does not have the American Dialect down, she is obviously British and sometimes the characters say things that are so British despite the fact that they are not you cringe. Also her discription of the East Coast in general, along with the weather seem the biggest fanasty of the book all around!