Second Read October 2010: Fuck you, Brenda. Go stab yourself in the face. I hate your stupid fucking fictional guts. I hope all your limbs get diseased and fall off. You are the worst.
(Liked it better this time.)
First Read November 2009: I think it speaks volume for Waugh's subtle word weaving skills that I am able to come out of this book knowing what I do, seeing as how I am neither British nor particularly adept at unraveling satire. (It tends to confuse my emotions, being inherently deceitful -- satire being deceitful, not my emotions.) But I enjoyed this book, so I think that's enough.