Girl meets boy and then fall in love, have sex and then meets a richer guy and marries him.
That is basically how your typical chick lit goes. More or less they will throw in subplots but at the end of the day, the core of the story is about a girl finding love, preferably to a rich dude who's impossibly good looking.
I just finished (force reading) a chick lit book called Confessions of an Air Hostess (yes it's very embarrassing to admit this) and am now reading another chick lit book titled Shopaholic Abroad. I am assuming the Shopaholic series is not as horrendous as the Air Hostess book.
From the start of the Air Hostess book, it just baffled me how this book managed to get published. I mean, if I write about hot women looking for love and finding it in the form of a rich and handsome man, I can get published too? So easy it seems.
Anyway, what I don't understand is how the everywoman in this world can possibly not hurl and vomit reading about how hot a woman is, how hot some dude is, and then if there's a prettier woman in the story they are always catty and bitchy. In the end, after going through shit with some hot guy, the heroine will end up marrying or shagging (depends on how conservative the writer is) another guy, who is kind-hearted, good looking and rich.
I mean, what the eff? There is no such thing as the perfect man; if he's rich - he's a workaholic / fucks around or if he's good looking - he's poor / gay / vain / fucks around or if he's kind-hearted - he's poor / gay / ugly as hell / lazy. No perfect man, get it ladies? Just like there is no perfect woman, but let's not elaborate, coz I'm a woman and I don't like discussing how imperfect we are.
These kinda books makes it seem as if all a woman want is lots of bonking and then to live happily ever after, and in the end everybody is happy, things all work out for her benefit, and the guy who broke her heart in the beginning (or just before she met MrI'mhandsomerichandirresistable) gets what he deserves.
For once I'd love to read chick lit that tells it like it is. How we are imperfect, nobody but our boyfriends / husbands finds us hot (and that is usually when they're horny), that we have bellies we can't lose, that 90% of the time we fake orgasms, that men and women NEVER "climaxed" at the same time, our girlfriends are better looking than us and more successful (especially the single ones), that it's not imperative to describe what we're wearing if there's no good reason for it. And the guys in the book, can't they be like the normal blokes we know? Kind, sweet guys who're not perfect looking, and struggling to make ends meet, who love you but can't afford to buy you that expensive diamond engagement ring.
And maybe sometimes there isn't a happily ever after. The character will grow, but she won't need a man or a ring on her finger in order to do so. She may still be stuck at her dead end job, but she will have discovered that at least with that job she can have a life? I dunno.
Something different at least, but I'm not holding my breath.
I just finished (force reading) a chick lit book called Confessions of an Air Hostess (yes it's very embarrassing to admit this) and am now reading another chick lit book titled Shopaholic Abroad. I am assuming the Shopaholic series is not as horrendous as the Air Hostess book.
From the start of the Air Hostess book, it just baffled me how this book managed to get published. I mean, if I write about hot women looking for love and finding it in the form of a rich and handsome man, I can get published too? So easy it seems.
Anyway, what I don't understand is how the everywoman in this world can possibly not hurl and vomit reading about how hot a woman is, how hot some dude is, and then if there's a prettier woman in the story they are always catty and bitchy. In the end, after going through shit with some hot guy, the heroine will end up marrying or shagging (depends on how conservative the writer is) another guy, who is kind-hearted, good looking and rich.
I mean, what the eff? There is no such thing as the perfect man; if he's rich - he's a workaholic / fucks around or if he's good looking - he's poor / gay / vain / fucks around or if he's kind-hearted - he's poor / gay / ugly as hell / lazy. No perfect man, get it ladies? Just like there is no perfect woman, but let's not elaborate, coz I'm a woman and I don't like discussing how imperfect we are.
These kinda books makes it seem as if all a woman want is lots of bonking and then to live happily ever after, and in the end everybody is happy, things all work out for her benefit, and the guy who broke her heart in the beginning (or just before she met MrI'mhandsomerichandirresistable) gets what he deserves.
For once I'd love to read chick lit that tells it like it is. How we are imperfect, nobody but our boyfriends / husbands finds us hot (and that is usually when they're horny), that we have bellies we can't lose, that 90% of the time we fake orgasms, that men and women NEVER "climaxed" at the same time, our girlfriends are better looking than us and more successful (especially the single ones), that it's not imperative to describe what we're wearing if there's no good reason for it. And the guys in the book, can't they be like the normal blokes we know? Kind, sweet guys who're not perfect looking, and struggling to make ends meet, who love you but can't afford to buy you that expensive diamond engagement ring.
And maybe sometimes there isn't a happily ever after. The character will grow, but she won't need a man or a ring on her finger in order to do so. She may still be stuck at her dead end job, but she will have discovered that at least with that job she can have a life? I dunno.
Something different at least, but I'm not holding my breath.
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