My rating: 3 of 5 stars
Ok, it’s chicklit and ahem, I don’t read chicklit. But my mother left it behind the last time she visited and said something like: Read this, it will do you good. She was right. Deep Dish kept me turning the pages and let’s be honest, that’s where it’s at when we are reading, isn’t it? The story moved quickly, the chapters were short. The story was predictable, except for when it wasn’t. The dialog was pretty snappy and the characters were every bit as real as any cartoon and you gotta love a dog named Moonpie. Who cares about “real” characters? I still stayed up until 2:00 in the morning. Twice.
I hope Mary Kay Andrews makes a bundle of money on her fun book. The entertainment value was high, higher than say, Spiderman > 2 for instance. Yep. So, I guess “I don’t read chicklit” – except for when I do.