I’m usually anti-chick lit but for some reason, this summer has produced a few novels that I actually do want to read. And that means a lot coming from someone who constantly starts books (six books, currently) and then gets a bout of ADHD and starts a new one. Here’s my current list:
The Hunger Games: I was supposed to have already finished books one and two for my book club…but that hasn’t happened yet. Part of me wants to resist this series since people are calling it “the next Twilight” but several smart people that I know are saying that it’s actually good. Thoughts?
Lies That Chelsea Handler Told Me: I already finished this book. Truth. I adore, no, I LOVE Chelsea Handler. I wasn’t sure how much I would love a book that she didn’t actually write but since it was about her, it was just as funny as her other books.
Summer And The CIty: I absolutely hated (seriously, HATED) the first Carrie Diaries. I didn’t even finish it, it was so awful. Apparently Carrie finally meets the other three main characters in this novel so I decided to give Candice Bushnell one more try.
Bossypants: Who doesn’t love Tina Fey? Enough said.