My Guilty Pleasure

I love chick lit. I like to read mysteries too but I really love chick lit. Sophie also writes a book called “The Undomestic Gooddess.” It is my favorite of her’s. Funny thing. My husband loves to read chick lit. He reads it on his breaks at work. The guys on his crew are starting to make fun of him.

And when you are done with Sophie Kinsella, I suggest Meg Cabot. Queen of Babble is my favorite of her’s but I also like her Heather Wells mysteries.

But my latest guilty pleasure is Beverly Hills, 90210. The original ones that I’ve been watching online.

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Pedicures and an out of control addiction to reading lifestyle blogs.

Nothing wrong with chick lit! I like to read “real” lit too, but there’s something fun about a book that you can whip through in a couple of days and not have to think too much about. Especially on vacation at the beach.
Have you read any of Emily Giffin’s books? Something Borrowed, Something Blue, etc. I like them a lot–definitely chick lit, but also smartly written. Of course I might be a little biased because she went to my alma mater, but I really enjoyed them.

I don’t read a lot, but I can tell you that I don’t love chick flicks, generally. I would probably like the books better, however.

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Oh my goodness, I don’t even know where to begin.

Frozen food, maybe? I love to eat frozen vegetables the way they are, or frozen grapes, or to blend a bunch of strawberries and freeze them into strawberry cubes, or to put fifteen ice cubes and an ounce of water into a glass. I just love cold stuff! I know it’s bad for digestion, but it’s true love and true love lasts a lifetime. I’m totally that person who will raid the freezer and PANIC if there are no ice cubes. It’s hopeless.

I read chic lit too sometimes, but that’s not really a guilty pleasure because I’m totally unabashed about it lol. Closer to being a guilty pleasure would be my overwhelming obsession with reading history. Let’s say I’m going through an early colonial phase. Like I may or may not be right now. Then I’ll read every piece of shameless historical fiction I can get my hands on – the more bodices and corsets and lusty young men the better – and then I’ll pick and choose actual figures who are intersting and read about them. And then I’ll read about the actual history of the time period. And then I’ll be all, hm, this needs some spicing up. So I’m back to the books with phrases like “swelling bosom” and “flexing muscles” and entire chapters devoted to romps in the hay. Except this time, I skip over all the more boring parts and just read the sexy stuff. And I skip over the books that try to keep it real and include things like lice. Ew. Not sexy.

Ice Cream. I always have to have ice cream of some form in the freezer at all times. I’m not picky. I’ll take ice cream sandwiches, bars, plain ol’ scoop, anything. But there has to be ice cream!

I just discoverd Jodi Piccoult books and I am hooked. She tackles more serious subjects but it is still very easy to get lost in one of her stories. When I have to leave off at a critical point I find myself annoyed that the day won’t go faster so I can get home and pick it back up!

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My Guilty Pleasures tend to fall in to categories:

Movies: Rock Star (I love mark walberg), Coyote Ugly, Cruel Intentions, and the movies of my teen-years…16 Candles, Pretty in Pink, Weird Science, St Elmo’s Fire, Breakfast Club

TV: General Hospital (I’ve been watching for 30 years! – I blame a crush on Rick Springfield for this)

Food: Little Debbie Nutty Bars (wafer cookies, p-nut butter, and chocolate – so good)

Music – metal, 80s hair band music (generally 80s music of any genre)…but this used to be a secret guilty pleasure as my husband had no idea how big a Bon Jovi fan I was until we’d been married over 10 years.

looking at the post that’s going to be attached to this comment – I need to make blogging a guilty pleasure

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Those are my favorite types of books too! I read the Shopaholic series years ago.

When people ask me what types of books I read, I tell them chic books. You know the kind that if they make it into a movie it would be a chic flick.

So you’re not alone!

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Check out Sophie Kinsella’s non-shopaholic books. ‘Can you keep a secret?’ is excellent and so is ‘The Undomestic Goddess’. I’ve only read Shopaholic and Sister and I wasn’t overly fond.

I’ll read anything once.

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Your secret is safe with me. Promise.

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You have to read Jen Lancaster, stinking hilarious. I can’t remember a time when I’ve laughed that much while reading (I read Such a Pretty Fat).
I definitely enjoy chic lit from time to time. My bigger guilty pleasure is…
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The Hills.
I know, I know it’s silly, but I can’t get enough of that show (and The City). Sometimes I indulge in Gossip Girl too. I could say that I watch the shows for the fashion (which is partly) true, but I do revel in the drama from time to time.
Thanks for the suggestion of new chic lit for me to try!

Here’s my confession: I despise chick lit. I know it makes me surly. I know I must sound like a kill-joy. I realize the Shopaholic books have LEGIONS of devoted fans, as do Jodi Picoult’s less harebrained books, which if you ask me are more Lifetime Movie of the Week than they are chick lit.

Friends have given me chick lit books and I swear every time I try to read one I end up throwing it across the room. When I worked at Waldenbooks, as an undergrad journalism student, I cursed the popularity of chick lit books. I remember walking around the store with a corporate memo that listed specific chick lit titles to be shelved on an endcap at the front of the store and a Joyce Carol Oates book was on the list.

“No way!” I told my manager. “I refuse to stick Joyce Carol Oates on this endcap.”

Since she was an awesome store manager who understood my pure dislike of chick lit, she allowed me to pick a more appropriate title from the fiction section. I chose good old fashioned Bridget Jones’s Diary, butted up right next to Sophie Kinsella, whose first Shopoholic book had just been released.

I should probably point out that I’m not a total bore when it comes to fun, feisty chick fodder. The perfect Friday night = girlfriends, a good rom-com, and a plate of fudge brownies. In fact, I was so moved after last summer’s Sex & The City Movie I wrote a scathing letter to a local film critic who bashed the flick in Joe’s newspaper.

Some non-chick lit writers have been quoted as saying, well at least people are reading. As long as people are reading, all writers should be happy, and I agree with that to an extent.

I guess it’s the packaging and marketing of chick-lit books that aggravate me. I have nothing against the women who read them. Hell, why not breeze through something fun on a Sunday afternoon? Reading doesn’t have to be laborious to be “good.”

The thing that gets my granny panties in a twist is that publishing houses have bastardized the genre. Slap a pair of stilettos on the cover of a $12.95 trade paperback and presto! You’ve got chick lit.

I hope I don’t sound like a total curmudgeon! Mostly … if you can’t tell from this comment … I just want to write a novel. And rather than DO IT, I’m getting fired up about an industry I’ve never even tried to navigate on my own.

On that note, it’s time for a shower and a second cup of coffee. Tabitha: don’t think me a wretch for slamming chick lit. I’m just pent up and not following through on my dream.

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I go through Chick-lit phases, and figure it is my mind taking a vacation. I also like Jane Green and Marian Keyes. Somehow the British Chick-lits are even better. Jodi Picoult is great, although I think of her as more serious than most chick-lit. She reminds me of Chris Bohjalian.

Last year I came down with a miserable case of the flu and was stuck in bed for a week. No TV in the bedroom, so I sent my husband to the store with a list of books. I’d been wanting to try Jodi Picoult, so I just listed her name and “all” meaning that any titles would work. So my husband got all the titles the store had! Luckily, I ended up loving her, and am rereading them again right now.