Melanie La'Brooy

Ah, is there anything more fluffy and fun than a Melanie La'Brooy novel?

I must admit, I think I preferred Love Struck because of the Sydney setting (I am a Sydney sider after all!). And I was a little confused because there were three main characters (5 if you include Tom & Percy, but who includes boys in a chick lit novel??). And the ending seemed a bit overly complicated (but that could have been due to the lateness of the hour, as once I started reading this novel, it was bloody hard to put down, and apparently I didn't need sleep). And, like a lot of chick lit, after a while you feel like you've been eating nothing but candy floss (pink!) and could really do with a nice little Nobel Prize winning author...

But onto the good stuff: wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! One shouldn't take these novels all that seriously (she obviously doesn't, I love the bit where Meg is warned not to launch a diatribe against the eviiiiils of chick lit, how it has destroyed feminism). And one does need the occasional bit of candy floss in one's life.

I almost died laughing at the scene where the girls and Percy crash Tom's bloke night at the pub. I tried to explain it to Mr TQD, and either I couldn't explain it at all well, or it's something only a chick would get.

Oh, and I also loved when Meg explains that her father won't read any books where he can't pronounce the title or the author. How on earth does one pronounce La'Brooy? (I think I can pronounce Melanie.) I'm torn between "La-Broo-ey" and "La-Broy".

Anyway, enough blithering from me. I'm off to find something fluffy and pink in my wardrobe.… (mere)