Had to stop reading this book because it was bumming me out. Anna Maxted has a knack for weaving totally serious and depressing topics into her pink covered lady books. Which is cool, you know. Convincing the world that chick lit isn't just fluff and all. But the main character gets raped in the beginning of this book. Okay, I can deal with that. I kept reading. But her struggle with herself to decide if she can apply the R word to what happened to her, and vacillating between thinking it's her fault or not, and not telling anyone... it was too much for me to bare. But I'll probably pick it up again later because I really want to know what happens to her. But it isn't a book for right now.
So I guess chick lit can be serious fiction, because this book totally affected me.