A review by ghostgirl411
Hotel by Arthur Hailey

2.0

A 25-year-old woman is called a "girl" (and not in the hipster, ironic way we gals call each other that) on the first page, and it's all downhill from there.

Not that I blame him. It's sort of the equivalent of "N@gger Jim." But it's sort of disturbing to be thrown back to a time where it's considered up to a 19-year-old's FATHER to decide whether or not to report an attempted gang rape.

Also, the big climatic disaster at the end has a sort of wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am quality.