Friday Book Blogging

I returned eight books this week. I'd read seven of them. (Hey, I was busy this past weekend! Not a lot of reading time.) In separating the wheat from the chaff this week, I find only chaff. A bitter harvest. Well, not bitter so much as cotton candy insubstantial.
Still, I have a duty (if only self-imposed) to choose one bit of fluff, so I'm picking Christina Dodd's Tongue in Chic. (Perhaps that title is the source of all my bad puns this week?)
The nicest thing about this book is that it doesn't take itself seriously. And neither should you. This is ChickLit with a capital C and lots of sappy swooning, with the ubiquitous declaration of undying love in the nick of time at the end. But, as I said, it doesn't take itself too seriously and that is its saving grace.