I've avoided "chick lit" -- the genre that has sprouted "Bridget Jones' Diary," "Le Divorce" and all those other books targeted at young women trying to find love in a bustling, confusing world -- for all the right reasons: I'm not a chick.
But a recent stroll through Barnes & Noble turned up this book, which had what has to be one of the worst titles ever.
So, in spite of that and the fact that its cover review blurbs were all done by women whose names I've never heard before, I sat with it and gave it a read. And I was quite surprized.
Told in the first person, this book has a wonderful, conversational style. And the dialog between characters is some of the best I've ever read; it's very natural, clever where it ought to be but within the realm of reason.
Ally, the protagonist, is a 40-year-old reference librarian in Philadelphia who winds up falling in love from afar with the new conductor of the philharmonic.
The book -- which you can easily read in a day -- follows her as she attempts to win over the conductor, in spite of her frumpy appearance and decidedly poor previous experiences with men.
I felt the ending of this book was a bit rushed and there are a couple of plot contrivances involved that are both frustrating and, in my estimation, unnecessary. I'm also not sure this story, while fun and funny, is worth the $12.95 cover price. (Yes, I know that most trade paperbacks fall in this range. So what?)
I'm also offended that the book includes a banal interview with the author and suggested book club discussion questions. This isn't high literature and it isn't being read in high school English classes, so both are unnecessary.
That's what's held me back from calling this a masterpiece. But overall, this book is a great read.