Before you judge, let it be known that in every life a little Chicklit must fall. This is not Shakespeare. I acknowledge this. That said, sometimes you just need to read a Meg Cabot. Is it great quality? No. Am I a better person now? No. Was it mindless entertainment that, while eye-rollingly ridiculous, kept me entertained on the bus for the last couple of days? Absolutely.
I won't bore you with the storyline - it is pretty much the same as any other Meg Cabot book. Some clever yet unlucky-in-love girl is under appreciated at work/home/in romantic situations. There is some guy who is wrong for her, and a guy that is right for her. She dates the bad one for the entire book and then realizes through a death in the family/natural disaster/life-changing trip abroad that she has made a mistake and eventually hooks up with the right guy, after he tells her what she wants to hear and turns out to be completely perfect. While it was ridiculous, and I know that this would never happen in real life, it is fun to read. Besides, if I can't get some, at least the girl who is just like me/every other 20-something woman out there can. I give this 1 snooty English prof out of 5, but 4 pink themed girls nights out of 5. I am a bit dumber, but at least I am in a bit of a better mood too.
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