Genre: Fiction - Chick litPublisher: Pan, 2004
Other Works: Size 14 Is Not Fat Either, The Boy Next Door
Rating: B-, or Not Sorry I Read It
Premise: Kate is another New York City girl, just like Mel from The Boy Next Door. And she too finds love in unexpected places . . .
Cute and clever, for a fluff book. I enjoyed it almost as much as the first one, The Boy Next Door. Again, the story was written in emails, but this time we also got in on Kate's IMs, journal entries, notes during meetings, and other forms of communication. I enjoyed the story, but I have to say that I think this type of book doesn't make for a great "series." I thought it was a fun book, but I don't think I'll go back for thirds. I would like to see what else Meg Cabot can come up with.


At first, the story definitely had a little charm. Washed up tween star makes it in the big city as a dorm supervisor for a local college and lives with a nice guy, whom she has a major cruch on, rent free. However, that's where the charm ends and the Bowinkle moments begin. Not only was the story completely hap-hazard and beyond my suspension of disbelief, but it was very poorly written. It was downright lazy and sloppy. I cannot do sloppy, not even in junkfood books.
For example, Heather states that she has closed her eyes. Then she talks to her friend, and he says something to her. She says that he looks sad. Then, she says, she opens her eyes. So... tell me, how is it that you can see that your friend looks sad? Through your gecko-like see-through eyelids? Where is your EDITOR! Lazy, lazy, sloppy, and lazy. Ick. The book is chuck full of these blunders.
That may seem picky to you, but even if that were the only thing, the book would be nowhere near publish-worthy in my opinion. Storyline is a mess, character development poor, etc. etc., I could go on all day. The worst part is, I did not even have that high of expectation going into this book, so I am sorely disappointed.
Needless to say, I'm all set with Heather Wells.