I like Chick Lit. In fact, I've just tried my hand at my very own Chick Lit novel (which I hope someday you might get the opportunity to read). I love a book that can make me laugh out loud, then pretend not to cry. When I started with "Scot on the Rocks", I have to admit that I was a little skeptical. She seemed to be trying too hard. She was too self-deprecating, and threw out more than her share of "Oh, come on. As if you wouldn't have done that ..." But I got used to Brooke and ended up liking her despite myself. *****SPOILER***** Yes, I laughed out loud, but no, I never cried. That's okay, though. I knew Jack was the right guy, of course. How could he not be? And I was very relieved when he finally returned. He's a doll. Any man who can help a woman (who he is secretly in love with) shoe shop is a truly great man.
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