Girl Crush
Wednesday, June 13th, 2007
Today I got my very own copy of
Death by Chick Lit, the mystery-chicklit-satire hybrid everyone’s been a-buzzing about. It’s by Lynn Harris, who never fails to make me laugh with her popuLIST contributions about making out over Bar Mitzvah albums, crying over guacamole vessels, and achieving wispy-bang perfection for the eighth grade dance.
Read her HuffPo interview with Rachel Kramer Bussel if you want some personal stories behind the novel, or if you just value a well-mixed smart/silly cocktail as much as I do.
Lynn, and this book, rock. I have to say that while I am a fan of chick lit (I always want to qualify that, but you know what? I am), I think this will appeal to those who like snark, mysteries, Brooklyn, and/or hate Ann Coulter. That pretty much covers everyone, right? I, for one, certainly hope there’s a sequel.
I like how the insidey-industry jokes are sharp and original. Too often “satire” means “pointing out the same kinda funny stuff we always bitch about.”