Hello, my blog readers! I have been so busy with senior year… but this is no excuse. The world of chick literature continues to move forward, and I need to move along with it. I will delight you with the books that I have read in the past few months. I apologize if I do not have the adequate criticism you may look for in my usual critiques.

• Angus, Thongs, and Full-Frontal Snogging

Look. Here is the simple and honest truth. You cannot graduate from high school without reading this book. This book is gold. It is all the hysterics of being a hormonal girl in middle school/high school. It is the funniest thing I have ever read. Are you afraid of your parents seeing the cover and being shocked at its mention of INAPPROPRIATE LINGERIE-WEAR? Get over it. Are you afraid of your classmates seeing the title and JUDGING YOU? They are just jealous because you are so intelligent reading a book! What you SHOULD be afraid of is bursting out laughing in the middle of class because of how ridiculously humorous this book is. That’s what I was afraid of. That’s why I only had the bravery to read it in the private seclusion of my house. But really. I can’t even summarize this. That would be shaming it. You just need to read it. That’s all I have to say.

• Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist by David Levithan and Rachel Cohn

Summary: Nick and Norah are both in the dark, murky waters of just-got-dumped. They meet under average circumstances and end up having a crazy night (not that kind of crazy, you skeevy people. The clean kind of crazy). It’s a funny book with just the right amount of cheese. I rate it a 7/10. It didn’t blow my mind, but it was a nice, chill read. It’s the kind of night every teenager kind of dreams of having.

This book reminds me of something that John Green would write. Which, did you know, he stopped by Butler University on November 2 to read an excerpt from his new book, “A Fault in Our Stars”? I’ll be reading that soon. My friend Sarah said it sounded good.

• P.S. I Love You

So disappointed. I cannot even tell you what high hopes I had for this book, ever since I saw the really sad, teary looking trailer. The summary? A woman is head-over-heels in love with her husband. How often does that happen, especially in the fantastical world that is a chick lit novel? Usually the woman is either chasing the man down or stuck with a totally boring man. But yes, this is the perfect world. Then the guy dies. Oh yes. Spoiler alert? Not really. They give it away in the trailer for the movie.

But basically, the book sucks. The author struggles with moving the plot forward with ease, and I got bored easily. Before 20 minutes past, I found myself flipping through the pages. The only interesting parts were the letters that the dead man (played by Gerard Butler in the movie) leaves for his wife. Those are super precious.

Here’s the thing. Cecilia Ahern had a good plot down. It is original. The perfect man dies. How could you do that, Cecilia? Are you the spawn of the devil? Are you trying to crush the dreams of all chick lit lovers out there? But this allows room for a lot of emotional depth and development, and had I been interested enough in the rest of the book, I think it would have been a great story. Unfortanately, her writing style really didn’t get me going.

Fun fact? This was a #1 bestseller in Ireland, Ahern’s home country. Not surprisingly, this is her first book. But many chick lit firsts have been successful. Shug by Jenny Han was really good. That Summer by Sarah Dessen isn’t my favorite, but it’s pretty good. YOU HAVE NO EXCUSE, AHERN!