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Chick Lit Review #13: I Love You Number Eight by Lianne Gonzales

Twenty-five-year-old Sutton fears she will become an old maid, because of a myth that claims you will be if you have had seven boyfriends by age twenty-five.  She then meets next-door neighbor, ladies' man Onyx, who, in the end, becomes the right guy for her.  A Precious Hearts Romances title published by Precious Pages, 2013.


Hmm, medyo naguluhan ako sa myth na ito, only because I've never heard it before.  But sige, let's take it as it is.  The story had Sutton, with the help of Onyx, looking for her ex-boyfriends in the hopes of rekindling whatever they had just so hindi siya mag-25 na nagka-seven boyfriends which means magiging old maid siya.  To me the entire search was not the highlight, but the developing romance between Sutton and Onyx.  In fairness, nakakakilig naman ang dalawang ito, without being OA, unlike in other stories.  Maganda ang back stories nila (Sutton seeks independence from her comfortable life, and Onyx clearly separates his business life as a real estate mogul and his personal life as a player), kaya mas maiintindihan kung bakit nila ginawa or sinabi ang ganito o ganoon.  May one issue lang ako:  si Sutton kasi is shown as masungit, may pagka-mataray, and focused; medyo hindi nag-fit sa idea ng girl na nagka-seven boyfriends na at that age.  I'd imagine pwede siyang either super street-smart or knowledgeable pagdating sa love and boys, or sobrang romantic na tao na lives for the idea of love.  Hindi masyado believable si Sutton sa akin na nagka-seven na jowa na, sorry.  Otherwise, it was a fun read--I felt pati yung warmth ng barkada ni Sutton, how tight they all were. 

Read it on a lazy afternoon when it's raining outside, like I did. :)

Chick Lit Review # 12: That Kind of Guy by Mina V. Esguerra


First of all, before I get deep into my musings about this new title, I’d like to say something about my absence in the blogosphere:  real life took over.  Yes, I know it’s probably the most overused excuse ever but what the heck, it’s the truth.  Anyway, I’m back and hope this gets somewhat regular.

So on to business.  And something I’m actually happy about!  Despite my default snark and sarcasm I’ve managed to sit back and enjoy this new outing of Mina V. Esguerra, fast becoming one of my favorite local chick lit writers.  That Kind of Guy, like the title suggests, is centered on this one guy—Anton—whose original bad-boy image and reputation belied the sincere, caring, and sensible man he really was.  Then there’s Julie, self-professed manang or prude, whose no-nonsense demeanor also hid the insecure woman within, who believed in stereotypes and playing exclusively within one’s league.  As Julie unwittingly tried to measure up against the many women Anton had dated before her, Anton, on the other hand, was showing her that he was not a stereotype, that he could make a serious decision, that she was the one he wanted to be with.  So, when he popped the all-too-rhetorical question one evening, Julie decided to turn him down on the pretext that she didn’t really know him.  Wait, what?  Are you crazy, girl?  Then again, that’s what made Julie an unpredictable character that didn’t fit the world of stereotypes she often boxed people into.  Julie then started dating Harry—obviously thrown in to create yet another stereotype, that of the good guy, to pit against Anton—who was great but offered noting else other than what his 2D character could.  Ultimately, after trying out a sort of role-playing game where Juliet experienced first-hand what kind of bad-boy date Anton was, they got back together as they should.  But the author, bless, her, did not just give it away like that; though the last part was an actual wedding, it was told from the point of view of a completely different character (never even mentioned in the story, in fact) who gave her impression of Julie and who presumably was Anton.  Talk about anti-climactic!  It was a great way to end the story.

Once more, Mina Esguerra doesn’t disappoint, with this piece written with the same intuitive style as her previous No Strings Attached and My Imaginary Ex. I love a writer who pushes beyond what is expected, and even uses the expected to change things around.  Well worth the money. :)

Chick Lit Review #11: Fan Girl by Marla Miniano

I haven’t posted in a while and as always had every intention to do so—except that work, again, got in the way.  But yesterday’s book purchase had me getting my ass up in a quick review since I just had to get out a lot of opinions that instantly burst into my head as I read said book.

The book was Fan Girl by Marla Miniano, published by Summit Books.  I reviewed one of Ms. Miniano’s chick lit novels previously, and I remember liking it a lot, and not just for the author’s technical skill—I appreciated her facility for controlled emotion and scenario, as well as the obvious negation of clichéd and expected characters and plot.  However, these same elements, while still present in the author’s newest project, proved to be the very points that I believe made Fan Girl a disappointment.

Fan Girl introduces the reader to Summer, a twenty-something of ordinary face and means, whose only established strength was her studying and writing skills.  During her freshman year in college, she meets Scott Carlton, bad boy of the local rock ‘n roll scene, with whom she naturally falls in love—being the naïve girl she is, and this being a chick lit story.  And, true to the chick lit formula, she meets another guy—Zac Santos—who is the antithesis of everything Scott is, which is why he can never be Summer’s type.  Then Summer spends the rest of her college life in a non-relationship (read:  as Scott’s doormat) with bad boy, who was shown in the beginning to have been sort of attracted to Summer (sadly, this nuance/element was never explained).  In the end, which is really where the story begins, Summer had to live with Scott going back to the US, getting more than enough luck to become a successful Bruno Mars-type recording artist within six months, and discovering that he had secretly been having a relationship with her mean-girl roommate Roxanne.  Of course, Summer had to do what a girl’s got to do:  she packs her bags and spends her life savings on a trip to LA, just to see Scott.  The ending:  Summer finds that Scott is really, really not in love with her (actually, more like would be glad to spit in her face except that she could help him write lyrics for his new album) and is about to get married to Roxanne, so she decides to go back to Manila and her old life, sees Zac find a girl who would love him, and meets some random dude during some random occasion.

Let me just say that I have never come across a more pathetic character in my entire fiction-reading life.  Oh, sorry—make that the most pathetic character that was not given enough leeway for redemption.  I do understand that some characters were created to represent—being pathetic in a way that’s beyond humanly possible, in this case—but other parts connected to said character should compensate and/or add to the point.  Summer was simply the saddest protagonist ever, and wasn’t written with a compelling background or reason-to-believe, and was never given the chance to achieve anything much in the end.  Her ‘realization’ does not count, since everyone—from the minor characters to the readers themselves—all knew that she was being taken for a ride.  The random guy she met at the end of her story was just not enough; it just clued the reader in to a possibility, which did not meet the harrowing life assigned to Summer.  The only interesting bit of information about this character was a mention of her parents’ cause of death, which was the 1990 earthquake; then again the author failed to expound on this and just left it hanging like an annoying bit of fingernail.  I also wonder at the term ‘fan girl’ as used in the story, since it was really more about unrequited love or something to that degree; fanaticism was force-fitted in the context (which made me remember Chinggay Labrador’s Popped—now that was the correct depiction of being fan girls).  The other characters—Scott, Roxanne, Zac, and Meg—were all half-drawn and shallow, and I had issues with Scott and Roxanne getting away with their evil deeds unscathed.

I read Fan Girl in less than two hours, and to this minute I am thinking what I could have done with that time instead:  I could have given myself a second pedicure, alphabetized my library, or maybe counted the calories in the refrigerator.

Chick Lit Review #10: Amazing Grace by Tara FT Sering


I’ve been a fan of Tara Sering since her first Summit novel, which came free with a Cosmo issue way back when.  I have all her chick lit novels, as well as her ‘serious’ work, Reconnaissance, so I had to dig into this relatively new one of hers with Anvil’s Asian Chic line.  Amazing Grace, obviously a pun on the popular reality show, is about Grace and her action-packed quest to run after her fiancé Mike in three countries, just to claim the promise he made.  She believed Mike was The One, who had given her The Ring, so nothing was about to stop her from fulfilling her scheduled goal of living the happily wedded life.  Sure, it sounds like fodder for one too many chick lit stories—eerily like Claire Betita’s Girl Meets World—but the way Amazing Grace plays out is nothing like it. 

One thing the novel has going for it is the way Sering painted the environment, the characters, the purpose.  Despite the required romantic angle seen through the eyes (and timetable) of a woman in her mid- to late-20s, everything else is unbelievably, astonishingly real, without going the route of inundating the story with nuances here and there just to make it believable.  There are several things that actually make Sering’s work difficult (for a writer, at least) and obstacle-ridden:  75% of the story takes place in foreign locales, and it is written in the second person.  I wasn’t surprised to find that Sering did not disappoint—her trademark use of ‘you’ throughout succeeded in making me feel like I am Grace, in a hurry to settle down, and will do anything to latch on to the man who fit all my husband-related requirements.  Love is part of this equation, of course, and is ultimately the reason for the Asian adventure.  Traversing through Singapore, Bangkok, and Hong Kong with my sister Lena and her Singaporean friend Han to finally confront Mike about his plans for our life together (and why he was slowly becoming unreachable, despite the ever-accessible social media) was utterly suspenseful yet enjoyable, and left me palpitating.  How Sering concludes the journey is unexpected for a novel of this genre, as Grace had to realize that her man was not made of sterner stuff needed to face the world he created for himself.  It’s not the usual girl-gets-guy ending, and some may pass this novel over with this knowledge, but believe me—it is a much more satisfying conclusion that shifts from romance to self-love in the best way possible.  It says a lot about a woman’s passion, and keeping her sense of self intact in the process.

I didn’t mean to make it sound so serious, because this novel is extremely fun and hilarious.  But it’s intelligent at the same time, and Sering’s use of language is just one of the joys you’ll experience while reading.  So go get it and read it now, and you’ll definitely see how chicks rule.  Guess what I did after reading the last (it’s got a semi-postmodern epilogue) page?  I turned it around and read it again.

Chick Lit Review #9: No Strings Attached by Mina V. Esguerra

I have an older book by Mina V. Esguerra which I remember liking a lot, but it's been a while back that I can't recall the entire story.  Will have to write a review of it sometime soon.

No Strings Attached is quite interesting, insightful in many ways, particularly of the single lifestyle choice.  The story is about Carla, who, like many of us, has been bullied by well-meaning friends to settle into a stable relationship with a stable guy who would be able to afford the occasional LV bag.  Because this might mean limiting the choices to bankers and stock brokers--no offense--the best thing to do is go with someone the exact opposite of what is expected.  And this is precisely what Carla does, to the surprise and disapproval of her friends, as they were all poised to begin their lives as serious thirtysomethings.  Carla's new guy Dante is 24, a teacher, and the son of her boss' boss.

The narrative goes through some relatively fresh twists, specifically by showing Carla wanting to be the epitome of singledom while Dante had his heart set on commitment.  The sex was good, their relationship easy and comfortable.  But Carla's worried friends just had to be there to create trouble.  All's well that ends well, as Carla and Dante resolve to be at least no-nonsense the second time around.   I thought Esguerra pulled off each character well and convincingly enough, especially with Carla, who seemed to be quite wishy-washy (there is a reason for this); her friends Tonio and Mary both had very strong and defined personalities that one as mellow as Carla's would be rendered dull instantly.  But this was not the case, and it was this kind of outward weakness and internal conflict that gave Carla more dimension.  Dante was cool enough, but possibly too perfect that he ended up, in my opinion, as mere decor.  

Language was good, dialogue believable.  Carla can sometimes be annoying and bratty, but that's part of her characterization.  I do have a little issue with the story, though:  there seems to be little excitement (aside from Carla's almost-R date with another guy) in terms of plot, and in the end I just had warm, fuzzy feelings--as opposed to a balance of drama and reality.  Then again, if the book was a film, it would be one of those quiet, understated indie movies.

Read this.  Especially if you're turning or over 30.

Chick Lit Review # 8: Popped by Chinggay Labrador

I actually just bought this book the other day, and shouldn’t be at the top of my review list considering my backlog.  But I was intrigued by the premise, and dug right in.  So, after a day of just consuming this story happily, I had to run to the mall to get a copy of Coffee Prince and the author’s new magazine, Sparkling.  Yes, I liked Popped that much.

I’ve never been much of a Koreanovela fan, much less K-Pop, and Summit’s newest title promised nothing but pure Korean fun.  Add to that the fact that Labrador’s novel is about twenty-five percent longer than typical Summit books, and I should’ve just gone to the next option (Mina V. Esguerra’s No Strings Attached, which I’m reading now and will review soon).  But there was something really curious about all this Korea- and K-Pop hype, and might as well find out WTF it’s all about. 

Some might think of Popped in terms of finding love amid the crossing of cultures, but really the story is about friendship and how the best of them is all you need to go through life without being judged.  It’s the story of Andie and her BFFs Trixie, Cesca, and Nica—all K-Pop-loving girls whose lives have been taken over by their obsessions with Coffee Prince and the fictitious (I assume) K-Pop group Movement.  From taking Korean language lessons to fighting their way in line to a K-Pop concert to traveling miles away to Japan and Korea, these girls made sure they had the one important thing that symbolized both their Korean fixation and their tight friendship—FUN.  Taking the journey with them made me feel like I was witnessing one long moment of group hysteria, but oddly enough, it actually felt real and exciting.  Labrador was able to capture nuances of both Japanese and Korean cultures, without making it sound like a travelogue or geography lesson, right down to the kawaii touch and the spicy Korean street cuisine.  I was there when they finally met their idols, and felt kilig myself when things turned out cute and rosy for Andie and Mac Park, and Trixie and Joon of the permed hair.  The story ended on a high note, pun intended.  I would actually go so far as ask that Ms. Labrado write a sequel immediately—I really want to know what will happen to the girls, and am excited to join them in another adventure.

Much as I enjoyed Popped, I did notice some elements that I felt were unnecessary or unresolved:  (1) what was the point of Andie’s solo trip to Japan, aside from simply watching Movement?; (2) what was coffee guy’s relevance?  I thought they’d get in touch somehow; (3) why didn’t Mac Park think of asking the girls if they were Joon’s friends when they were in the park?  Mac’s story seemed a bit lame; and (4) why didn’t the Japan embassy grant Nica a visa?  And why the obvious contempt?  Yes, yes, nitpicking.  But I only do this when I like the story.  So if you’re thinking of reading fun, happy Pinay chick lit without an ode to the West and is just completely current, go read Popped—I’m sure you’ll want to set a night out with your best friends, or watch a DVD marathon of Coffee Prince.  Or both.

Chick Lit Challenge for January: Reality TV Bites by Shane Bolks


Reality TV is probably my guiltiest pleasure, and I’ve watched everything available to me.  Whether it is the moving, reach-for-your-dreams tone of American Idol, the cattiness of the Real Housewives, the cheesy and downright annoying boardroom scenes of the Donald and The Apprentice, or the engaging talent of wannabes in Project Runway and Top Chef, reality TV just makes me want to stop and watch all 60-so minutes of each episode.  The fact that everything is supposed to be real—save for the strategic editing angles to create interesting stories—somehow makes it strangely more authentic than the obviously more intelligent and substantial shows that come straight from writers’ minds.

It’s reality TV and chick lit—two of my greatest obsessions.  So when I chanced upon Shane Bolks’ Reality TV Bites, I felt both my greatest escapes coming together to create the ultimate getaway.  Here I met Allison Holloway, of the model-worthy face and figure and cosmopolitan life as a glamorous interior designer and heiress to her parents’ vast fortune.  Mind you, she’s not exactly Ms. Perfect—she’s part slutty and part insecure—and this somehow makes her real.  Sort of.  The connection to reality TV is made when Allison’s employer, Interiors by M, is commissioned by a Japanese production company to take part in a reality show called kamikaze Makeover that curiously sounds like Extreme Home Makeover, but ridiculously exaggerated and obvious in its portrayal of media objectives regarding commercialism and ratings.  Decorate the home of a struggling family for free?  Yes, that’s the point.  Use vibrators as elements for every room?  Hit the ratings jackpot.  It kind of reminded me of Iron Chef America, wherein the chefs are required to cook an entire meal using a ubiquitous ingredient, like, say, chicken feet.  On top of all this, Allison got into a steamy game of flirting tag with suave Nicolo Parma, erstwhile European prince and the show’s producer.  Of course, regular, sports-loving guy Dave has to be in the picture to balance the equation.  In the end, Allison realizes that Nicolo just played her to get her to violate show rules, and she finally runs into Dave’s all-American arms.

The story just had to emphasize the ‘reality’ angle to parallel Allison’s life, as she resolved her commitment issues and use of sex to compensate for her troubles since childhood.  However, this seemed a bit confused and convoluted, since the whole thing was clearly to prepare her for a real relationship with Dave.  Though Allison redeemed herself eventually (through a flimsy resolution that revived her career and reputation), I felt that the narrative went through so many twists and turns that it became difficult to follow the logic and relevance.  Also, there was this problem with the book’s writing:  in some chapters, Allison kept using the word ‘fudge’ to replace a more familiar, to-the-point four-letter word, but in some parts she sounded more controlled and sophisticated.  It’s almost as if the novel was written by two people.

Well, I can’t really claim that Reality TV Bites is one of the best I’ve read, but it was fun in some parts.  Just don’t read it in one sitting.  Better yet, I recommend you take it with you and read it while at the dentist or at long supermarket queues.  Can’t get any more real than that.

Chick Lit Review # 7: The Pink Shoes Trilogy by Katrina Ramos Atienza


I remember reading the first book in this trilogy—named, well, Pink Shoes—a while back, and I thought it was kind of interesting.  It established a host of characters that would eventually wind up in the entire series, quite reminiscent of our well-loved Carrie, Charlotte, Miranda, and Samantha.  This time, however, they went by Dina, Emily, and Shane, old college buds who were going through life as adults, with grown-up issues such as career, financial stability, and, of course, clothes and boyfriends. 

In the first book, Dina—the main character—chanced upon what were portrayed as magical pink shoes, which somehow changed her humdrum life as a long-suffering corporate employee.  Soon after, she discovered the “church of the miniskirt”, found her dream job, and ended up with her guy best friend.  Of course, her two BFFs had to have identical pairs of the pink shoes, which also became key to their life changes.  One thing, though:  Emily, the gregarious advertising exec, had this penchant for green clothes.  There must have been a reason why, but I guess it was not too interesting since I can’t remember what it was.

If the Shoe Fits, the second book, was a bit more engaging than the first.  Here the girls tackled more serious matters, such as Dina’s realization that her guy was a wimp, Emily took up yoga and seemed to embrace the ideology, and Shane became involved in an emotionally abusive relationship.  Though the cover featured high-heeled, strappy, “FM” shoes, the more memorable mention of footwear was when Dina was ridiculed by her guy’s ex for wearing ankle booties.  I say this because not only did she run away from the bitter woman wearing them, but also because the booties represented the kind of irreverence her puny boyfriend would never have the guts to stand for.  But the more interesting storyline was Shane’s, and her pregnancy scare.  She thought her boyfriend Kevin wouldn’t want a child, but lo and behold, she is gifted with the kind of sweet and sappy ending that would be the springboard for the next book.

On to Shoes Off!—aptly represented by a pair of flip-flops--where the trio was all set for Shane’s wedding in Boracay.  Shane here was the typical bridezilla, Emily traversed the boundaries of infidelity and sluttiness, and Dina finally met the man for her.  Cool, handsome, beach-bound Trace and his unorthodox lifestyle changed Dina’s own, and they closed the trilogy with the promise of being laid-back lovers in paradise.

Though the writing was fun, sometimes it was too much fun—it often sounded like the everyday language of witty best friends over martinis.  A little issue with some of the minor characters, especially Bobby (Dina’s ex) and Paula (Bobby’s ex); they were complete stereotypes, and in the end only Bobby got a bit of what he deserved.  Paula, in the first two books, even managed to bounce back after being called out on her evil ways.  And I still have no clue why Emily must have green clothes.

But the stories are fun.  Read them when you miss your BFFs, and buy yourself a pair of shoes after.

Chick Lit Review # 5: The First Principle by Rose Tan

I had absolutely no clue what the ‘first principle’ was when I started reading this Modern Girl novel, and of course I expected it to be spelled out in the story: let the future take care of itself. Let nature take its course. Sounds terribly new age and indifferent. And somehow The First Principle kept that mindset from start to finish.

I have to admit that this was my first time to read a Rose Tan novel, and her disclaimer on the first page—that it’s her first time to write anything like it, and that she hoped her readers would ‘get’ it—was enough to keep my interest. The writing was superbly witty, and it was clear how the writer had more than sufficient control of the language. There were more than enough nuances and humor that I couldn’t help but laugh out loud at many of the parts. But then it was also obvious how Ms. Tan was trying to sound more ‘pop’ (to fit the chick lit genre) and less serious, kind of like how someone used to wearing heels was forced to slip into flip-flops. Still, that’s just me, and I’m sure readers would think I’m reading too much into things.

First off, the main character Bam-Bam was written as the stereotypical chick lit girl—concerned with clothes and boyfriends—with above-average looks. I thought she was made too normal, though; the one time she showed anything out of the ordinary was when she clearly went out of her already cuckoo mind by approaching a total stranger—male—in a restaurant in Boracay and went on and on about the sordid details of her life while eating sisig, drinking beer from the bottle, and even plucking her tinga without pretense. The whole thing was hilarious, but eventually this whimsical side petered out in the rest of the story when she became Bella-esque (of Meyer’s Twilight) in her indecision on which guy to pick. But during this noted sequence, Bam-Bam’s character became as engaging as Confession of a Shopaholic’s Becky Bloomwood, whose craziness was at once charming and exasperating. The thing is, like many chick lit novels, Bam-Bam appeared lackluster beside her best friend Ton-Ton—a girl so memorable from her looks (“madalas mapagkamalang bading”) to her job (owns an ukay-ukay shop) to her entertaining exchanges with her girl Friday (with a name like Darna, how can you expect anything else). Bam-Bam and Ton-Ton actually fought over a boy, but in the end how the author chose to resolve their conflict yet leave readers hanging as to which boy Bam-Bam chose emphasized the importance of friendship over all else.

I honestly found Bam-Bam shallow and ordinary, while I thought Ton-Ton was shallow but interesting and believable. Of course, the writing was able to overshadow all these points, since Ms. Tan must have had a ball imagining each exchange, especially between the best friends. Bam-Bam’s mom was also another character worth reading, since she was hardly perfect and represented many practical and empowered women in real life.

I’m looking forward to reading another novel by Rose Tan, and maybe this time I will choose one that is more along the lines of what she is famous for. That said, I would still recommend The First Principle to chick lit and romance readers, if only for the refreshing wit and humor borne out of actual experience and a playful mind.

Chick Lit Review # 4: Girl Meets World by Claire Betita de Guzman


To date, this is Summit Books’ latest offering, written by the same author of No Boyfriend Since Birth (which I will review sometime), also from the same publishing company. Incidentally, NBSB was made into a TV show a while ago (I have the DVD copy) starring Alessandra de Rossi. Honestly, I thought the show was pure crap—it was an epic fail in attempting to capture even the essence of the main character. I’ll probably rant more about it in my NBSB review.

Girl Meets World—let’s call it GMW—follows the standard story of girl meeting the love of her life while chasing after another guy. Kind of like realizing you’re in love with your best friend late enough in the game that you come off as either dense, slow to react, or simply running out of choices. Except here the ‘best friend’ is just a friend the girl meets on random occasions and places (yes, one meets someone today on the elevator and finds him the next day in the same hotel in Bangkok), and the original object of desire simply showed up in your office one day, became your chat buddy, which makes it logical for you to decide that he is The One. So you start running after him in three different Asian locations. Sounds a bit like Amazing Race Asia, in one long continuous leg.

OK, I’m being a bit cynical but I’ll stop there. The novel is quite fun—despite my reservations about logic and motivation—and it does paint a romantic yet realistic picture of Bangkok, Bali, and Vietnam. Mia, the long-suffering career girl who has been unlucky in love suddenly meets Leo, who is based in Bangkok but for incredible reasons had to fly to Bali and Vietnam. As Mia spends precious time and money chasing Leo’s shadow, she meets Nick, a guy she only previously saw in her office elevator. Of course, as Leo became more inaccessible, Nick became more present—ending with everything tied up nicely with Mia realizing she only liked the idea of Leo, but fell in love with the realness of Nick. Though I didn’t really believe these characters too much, I thought Mia’s best friend Joanna was completely credible and interesting. She convinced Mia to go on vacation, follow her heart, and showed the kind of over-the-top concern only a best friend can.

GMW is a relaxing read, with the author’s thoughtful quotes at the beginning of each chapter. Add to that the immense improvement of Summit Books’ quality, from cover design to paper used, and you’ve got something worth more than the P150 you’ll pay for.

Chick Lit Review #3: My Boyfriend Requirement List by Vanessa


This is the first local title I read, and the label "Modern Girl" by known Filipino romance novel publisher Precious Pages made it clear that the objective is to explore the chick lit market in the country, or maybe even abroad. Though I will admit that I was surprised at the acceptable use of Taglish in the novel, I had no idea that the author had her own cult following--particularly for her work in Filipino-language romance stories.

The title, I think, is too long and too obscure. The cover is laughable, seeing as how the artist decided to depict the protagonist and her purpose of finding the right man as a literal ticking clock. Aside from those two things, I am happy to say that I actually enjoyed reading this piece. Could it be because I set my expectations low? Probably, but most likely not. See, the protagonist, from the very beginning, had a trait not commonly used in chick lit formula: she was not desperate for a boyfriend. Sure, she wanted one--wanted to love and be loved--but firmly decided to keep her values and preferences above all else.

Twenty-seven-year-old Daye is a relatively successful entrepreneur yet is plagued by her well-meaning friends' concern over her single status and her extra fifteen pounds. Despite it, Daye managed to do things her way, which meant dating a lineup of men until she found her kind of guy. However, said guy turned out to be typical asshole, the kind that knocks on her door for sex every other week and hangs with the boys the rest of the time. Then there is the ex-boyfriend who 'realized' he wants to get back with Daye after cheating on her with one of her best friends. At these points, many chick lit stories would take the safer path of either (1) having the protagonist meet a new guy who would be totally unlike the other two, or (2) make the ex or the sex guy turn over a new leaf and realize the errors of their ways in a grand, angels-coming-down-from-heaven magical number. MBRL does neither of these things; in fact, the author was brave enough to make Daye just casually flip her hair over her shoulder and walk away toward the future. OK, there's a mention of a new guy, but it's never presented as the only answer to the problem, or that he would change Daye's life. New guy appears to be just that--someone new who could disappear in a second unless Daye decides to keep him.

I think chick lit is better served this way, with no qualms about keeping to the formula. It should always empower women, picture them as strong and intelligent, and capable of chucking out the window any storyline given her that doesn't meet her standards.

Chick Lit Review #1: Table for Two by Marla Miniano


So I wasn't expecting much when I started reading this aptly-numbered 143-paged book; I figured it would be a story I've read before, plus the cheesy line accompanying the title, "Where love will find you", didn't help. But when I started reading, I must admit I was pleasantly surprised.

First of all, this new offering from Summit Books is actually a series of interrelated stories involving--to a small of great extent--a small coffee shop where love began, failed, or was found. It's certainly tricky to keep this point authentic and consistent, yet the writer managed to keep things believable and never over-reaching. The prose was simple but clear and vivid, and certain lines even jumped out in their charming (albeit a bit too dramatic) quality. The characters were credible, however standard in their chick lit involvement, but likeable nonetheless. Most importantly, the women in the stories were empowered, knew how to make their own choices, and never hinged their future solely on love.

A great read, with actual substance and style to boot.

"It's really hard to walk in a single woman's shoes--that's why you sometimes need really special ones, to make the walk a bit more fun."

- Carrie Bradshaw, Sex and the City
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