Meg Cabot is an old acquaintance of mine. She features in my bookshelves ever since I was in my tweens, with The Princess Diaries. At the time I found her phenomenal but that feeling has since died down.
Not to say I don't appreciate her writing. Her young adult/adult novels are some of the most entertaining that I've read. But that's as much as it goes: entertaining. Most of what she writes is predictably witty and funny; there are usually some little plot twists that allow one to fantasize over her brilliance to convey stories but it gets old fast. As one actually looks at previous works, it's easy to find a pattern with both plot and characters and that's not something a writer would want. Some of the dialogue and quotes are also easily recognizable. Her chick-lit style is overall very distinctive, even in her period novels.
With this particular book, I was hoping for a lot more. I'd read the first installment, Boy Next Door, and adored it. It was cute, funny and had just the kind of romance that makes me swoon. It made me want more. So I got this one, and became deeply disappointed. It just felt like it was recycling the previous story and its characters (literally, because there are characters from the first book in this and even the setting is the same). It was just trying too hard on the humor and downgrading everything else. I didn't sigh in delight at the main couple's interaction, nor did I have any empathy for the main girl. Unlike Mel Fuller, who felt as genuine and down-to-earth as a twenty-five gossip columnist can be, Kate just came off as a dumb bimbo to me.
The author makes it seem like most of what happens to her is a result of sheer bad luck, but it's not. It's really a product of her big mouth and inability to be an adult. She's not smart, despite the many attempts of Cabot to make her look so, and she doesn't actually try hard at anything. All she does is whine to her friends, scribble down everything she thinks (which at times is very painful to read) and use her sex appeal to impress guys (which Cabot wants us to think it's totally unintentional). Sure, she's a nice person and cares for others but so does Vivica. So does a bunch of brainless characters one could care less about. The main character should be someone memorable or at the very least, tolerable. She shouldn't be taken as a nice girl from a small town who hasn't been able to leave her idiot of a boyfriend even though she's practically his slave.
About Mitchell, the main guy, I didn't even want to go there. At first he seems ok, is described as a good-looking man with good qualities and a steady job. A few family problems but overall, a catch. I didn't feel any of it as I read the novel. He doesn't seem to know what he wants. He acts more like a teenager than a man. He doesn't know Kate but of course he's instantly attracted to her - and nothing bad about that - except I can find no reasons why he would like her. None. And yet he falls madly in love with her, because that's how it's supposed to be. I couldn't possibly think of two people with less chemistry together.
So this was a disaster as a follow-up in the Boy series. I was so bored sometimes I couldn't wait to finish it. It just wasn't doing it for me. It's not a very good thing when all you want to do is ignore the main characters and focus on the others, because they're a lot more interesting. For instance, I loved Mitchell's father. And he made one single appearance in the entire book.
Unlike many others, I liked the format of this book. It was dynamic, engaging and innovating. The cookie recipes were a bit too much, but I liked the idea behind it. The menus were brilliant, as were other many other sources of Kate's ramblings. The only thing I didn't like were Kate's ramblings.
Regardless of this fiasco of a book, it's very easy to like Ms. Cabot. Her main characters/narrators are also very likable because they are relatable. Her material is great when one requires a good laugh, an easy reading that will not cause a headache. It's quick and leaves one feeling good about themselves. Her work transmits very good vibes and I, against all judgement, cannot help but wanting to read more of it as it comes out. I know it will be predictable at places, but I also know it will make me laugh and enjoy myself for the rest of the evening. But I know not to get my hopes up, as the happy ending is a given and the depth is not.