Finally, Rapport Between Me & Chick Lits

I asked Cathleen to recommend me some books.

She brought two books.

"The True Meaning of Cleavage" by Mariah Fredericks

"The Dark Tower I: The Gunslinger" by Stephen King

This is a bit of a headache.

Not because both books look equally scrumptious.

You see, chick lits and I don't go together. From the looks of the cover and the title, there's no mistake that it's definitely chick lit.

When you say chick lit, the first thing that comes to my mind is such a paragraph:

There, joking with his gang of team mates, was ___ (fill in any cool male names). I gasped and just stare, for no reason.

Suddenly, someone denuded the perfect picture of him. 'Someone' is of course none other than ___ (fill in any slutty female names).

"Oh, my god. You're like, so great out there on the field. I was like, 'oh, my god, can anyone be more dashing than the ____ (fill in any kind of ball game) captain!' You know what? You are so much like my future boyfriend," she said.

My best friend, ___ (any female name you like) hissed, "Oh, god. She's totally a slut. I can't believe she's actually a human."

"Yeah, check out her dress. Puh-leeze, that's like... ugh... so yesterday!"

Doubtlessly cheerleader language. And the plots are so... cheesy and... conflict-less.

The only conflict there is the part where this slutty female hooks on the narrator's Adonis. And the only climax here is when the narrator talks to Mr. Future-Boyfriend.

Boring.

Now, about the other book.

Stephen King. King of Horror Stories, who doesn't know him? He's well-known (in my case, infamous) for writing grotesque and macabre novels.

For your information, authors like Darren Shan and Damien Sin are held culpable for giving me nightmares.

Sure, I can deal with Mr. Midnight and Edgar Allan Poe. No problem. Mr. Midnight only scares little kiddies and Mr. Poe's are just too beautiful to be horrifying.

Alright, so I can't even look at Darren Shan's book. That's why I hinder from Anne Rice. And if I don't have the guts to even touch Anne Rice's, what gives me the power to read Stephen King's?

Yet, because I'm too bored. I chose Stephen King. Anything but chick lit.

Cathleen insisted I take both. So, I thought I leave the good ones for later. First, torture of cheerleader language.

Whilst in the 3rd chapter, I was tempted to quit. But then the plot somehow was filled with suspense and I... finished it.

Ok la. At least the narrator's not in love with Mr. Adonis. Cupid's arrow struck the narrator's BFF and their friendship is hanging on a feeble thread. That's more like it... but still it's chick lit.

I find it touching after I finished the whole book. Yea, I actually like chick lit now. Not all of course. This author only.

Now... the 2 chapters of the author's new book was intriguing. I wonder should I read it? I mean, ok la, truce between me and chick lit.