Is the B*tch Dead or What?

I didn't want to read this book. A casual acquaintance loaned it to me because she thought I enjoyed the first one, mostly because I actually read the first one. We are having lunch today, so I wanted to finish it up. It was a good as the first in this series, and by that, I mean it was terrible. I struggled to get through it. The only redeeming character in the book is Tracee, the best friend, who is discovering Jesus.

There are so many characters in this book, it is difficult to keep up. Each chapter (which are generally 2-3 pages long) is from another point of view. There are such gems of writing as this:

"The nurses were on their toes, but Ritz would rather have Tracee help her to the bathroom, help her eat, and other personal stuff like that."

I would not accept a sentence like than in a freshman comp class. Really?!? Please, Wendy Williams, stop writing. It would help the world.