Chick lit is a genre with a formulaic plot that most of us can see coming from 300 pages away: pretty, flawed girl makes her way around the big city in fabulous Jimmy Choos, regularly pausing between frappuccinos to fret about her diet, shop, dodge her rant-prone boss, sip mimosas with her classy and complicated girlfriends, and maintain a stalwart search for the dashing, debonair Prince Charming. “Chick lit,” Merrick states in her introduction, “is the daughter of the romance novel and the stepsister to the fashion magazine. Details about race and class are almost always absent except, of course, for the protagonist’s relentless pursuit of Money, a Makeover, and Mr. Right.

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It seems to me we should be able to give a book a good review without feeling the need to tear down another genre. The thing I find odd about This IS Not Chick-Lit and This IS Chick-Lit would be their timing.

Chick-lit is slowing down, as I am sure paranormal and erotica will, as we will prolly see the return of sweeter regency type stories at some point…