You didn't think the stream of adult books could carry on forever, could you? Well, Meg Cabot, here we are. I have an interesting relationship with you - at your worst you are ridiculous and cheesy, and make me feel dumber for having wasted time on your drivel (see Ransom My Heart). However, at your best, while not going to win the Orange Prize, keeps me pretty entertained. This was one of your better efforts.
As with any Meg Cabot review, I won't get into plot specifics - all you need to know is that it involves a brain transplant (oh, come on!) and every 14 year old girl's fantasy life. That's not to say that while completely and laughably outrageous, it wasn't fun to read. Yes, I probably could have found a better way to spend that two hours of my life than reading Meg Cabot's teen fiction, but it was just so freaking fun I couldn't help myself. I have decided to look at books like these as my ice cream sandwich of the literary world - one occasionally is really great and enjoyable, but repeated consumption will just make me bloated and full of shit.
On the Meg Cabot/Teen Fiction scale, I give this one four dreamy but appropriately aged gentlemen all competing for the heroine's love out of five. On the Real Book Scale, I give it a mediocre two and a half Hannah Montana posters out of five. It's not great literature, people. Ahhhh, fun though...
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