Confession time: I have this horrible Meg Cabot weakness. The moment a book of hers comes out, I rush to the store to buy it (this happened just today and also last week and, dude, she writes so many books). I do this even though there have been some books of hers in the past that I could not finish because I disliked them so much. Apparently the ones I loved work some sort of amnesia on me so that when a new Meg Cabot book comes out I go, "Meg Cabot! I love every book of hers! I must run to the store immediately!" If I'm lucky, I'll love it. It's been quite a while since I really disliked something.

And then there are ones like this that just make me say, "Meh." I didn't love it. I'm not sure I really liked it. But I definitely didn't hate it either. It was pure fluff and predictable and kind of ridiculous, which is totally what I expect from a Meg Cabot book and which is all right when I like the characters and find it funny. But I didn't really like any of the characters (I wanted to like the main character because she was kind of a whore but just couldn't help herself and I totally understand that, but we just didn't get along). And there seemed to be less of a plot than usual. Meh.

It was entertaining enough for the short time it took to read, but I don't know if I'll ever want to read it again.

I will, however, get myself to a bookstore the moment the next Meg Cabot book comes out. I'm so weak!