Chick Lit. And no, not the gum.

Well, today I did something I told myself I wasn't going to do. Aside from spending $25 on a really cute sweater I couldn't afford (but I love) I also made an impulse buy - ok so maybe I had thought it out a little - at Target. I bought Lauren Conrad's first book, LA Candy. 

Yes, I will admit it. Shamefully, no, embarrassingly, a little. When I first heard she had written a book, I thought it was pretty comical. I mean, don't get me wrong, I was a Hills addict, and I thought "LC" was great, but I wasn't sure how seriously I could take her as anything other than a Southern California socialite. But, as a once avid reader of such intellectual texts as the Gossip Girl series, it was only a matter of time before I shelled out $10 to support Miss Conrads blossoming career as an author.

In my defense - as if I feel the need to defend my purchase - it did come recommended to me by an old friend, who to her credit, also recommended some more serious books. This just happened to be the one that I remembered, and the one that appealed to me the most, for a couple of reasons.

A. We've been over this. I love The Hills, I may or may not have spent a few weekend nights in watching it (as well as Laguna Beach: Season 1, what's up high school?) on Netflix Instant. I can't lie - I am definitely intrigued by her "fictional" series. Who wants to bet me a bazillion dollars that these tales of intrigue & drama set in none other than Los Angeles are "loosely" based on her own experiences?

B. It is mindless, and at this current stage in my life, I welcome mindless distractions. I have never watched more television in my entire life, I have never cared more about distancing myself from serious things. Let me tell you, if you haven't already experienced it for yourself, life after college is a bit of a b-word if you haven't got things figured out. You can often find me emotionally fragile worrying about the future - where will I work? where will I live? how can I move out when I love my dogs so much? how can I afford those lululemon pants I want when I am dead broke? Ok, so some of those aren't as serious, but lets suffice it to say that I am under a lot of pressure (from myself) and it is not unusual for me to be more than a little stressed out about finding a job. HENCE...chick lit is a lifesaver. What could be better than reading about the problems of fake people - usually beautiful & exquisitely dressed - to stop thinking about your own, at least for a moment? 

As far as I'm concerned, the only thing that tops a juicy, made for girls novel is chocolate or a good sweat sesh. But this one is calorie-free and unlike the treadmill, I can enjoy it from the comfort of my own bed.

Perhaps I will post a review when I am finished. Just for fun :)

♥mb.