September 11

[cerealjoe]

I randomly picked up Le mec de la tombe d'à côté at the library the other day and I didn't realise up until I got home that it was a book that was originally written in Swedish and apparently chick-lit. Turns out that Swedish chick-lit retains something of the usual morose prose that's common to a lot of Nordic novels. I'm almost certain the author meant for the ending to be understood as "life is full of possibilities and hooray for taking chances" but I read it as "go ahead, be selfish, who cares if you're cheating on your fiancée and will possibly bring a child into a fucked-up situation as long as you've somehow managed to find happiness for a few moments." But then again… I'm a cynic on so many aspects of life. And, if one does not take those last two pages into account, the book was rather good and not real chick-lit stuff. Anywho. At least one can drink tea while reading this kind of stuff.