Forget Jane Austen. Forget Dickens. Forget Don Quixote. Forget the classics. Sometimes, what you need is a hearty dose of chick lit.
This is good chick lit. It's chick lit with "soul" (whatever that means; I pulled it off a book blurb). It's not especially well written, and I occasionally wanted to SLAP the main character, but on the whole it was good.
Weighed down with Edith Wharton and Don Quixote, I was dying for something light and relatively silly and satisfying. This was definitely all three. No less than two stupid love stories; a fantastic situation; crazy characters; and tie-ins to Shakespeare. I probably would've liked this more if I hadn't read the play a zillion million times. As it is, if I hadn't read it, I would have immediately wanted to.
Sure, there have been better tributes to Shakespeare. "Shakespeare in Love." "The Fool's Girl." Et cetera. But I didn't want a better tribute. I wanted this one, in all its silly, funny, clever glory. And it was perfect.