In general, I find chick-lit alluring but boring. Most of the time when I buy a book of chick-lit it disappoints. I recently bought Candace Bushnell's One Fifth Avenue; am now halfway through it and entirely bored. I am glad I waited for the smaller, post-new-release version of its paperback, and saved at least ten dollars, because it is not worth the money.
To date, my favourite chick-lit author is still Marian Keyes. I have also discovered Emily Giffin, and found her a good writer, if only a tad serious. All the other chick lit authoresses I have read to date are somewhat shallow and uninteresting. And I usually buy them one-off, meaning I hardly feel enticed to read their entire collection like I do Marian Keyes.
I like intelligent chick-lit. Unfortunately it is hard to come by.
I recently toyed with the idea of opening a bookshop in my neighbourhood. Alas rental on neighbourhood shop spaces is hugely expensive. For example, half a shop space costs nearly two thousand. The only thing I can possibly profit out of getting my own bookshop, is that I would save tons on books for my own reading. Not exactly a business idea.
I spend around $200 on books a month, thereabouts. Because I am a collector, the library does not have much appeal - I like seeing my shelves full of books. Which reminds me, I ought to go rearrange my shelves a bit, they are looking tardy...
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