Lexi's Reviews > The Thing about Prague: How I gave it all up for a new life in Europe's most eccentric city

This book was horrible. The author lost me when she abandoned her pet, but beyond that she was patronising, judgmental, rude and spoiled. It's not interesting to write about being lonely when it's so blatantly obvious why you're lonely. What a nasty person. All problems were someone else's fault. She couldn't cope with culture shock, and expected the Czechs to bend to her expectations. She thought she was far too good to do anything Czechs would do, despite not speaking the language, not really appreciating Czech people or culture at all (the book isn't really about Prague, it's about an expat in an expat community in Prague, where other expats don't seem to like her much). We were there at the same time, I am pleased not to have encountered her. She wanted the fantasy of cobblestoned streets, not the reality of life in Eastern Europe. For a person who continually writes 'I have a degree' as a refrain to justify why she is too good to help out colleagues, she's not intelligent enough to know moving somewhere without the language is of course going to be difficult.
Waste of time, complete drivel. Unfortunately one of my flaws is that I always finish books. Don't read.