Okay, chick lit aside (since I’ve been duly informed that it isn’t a proper genre), I’m goin’ for the gusto and choosing a highly suspenseful spy thriller - yup highly suspenseful spy thriller is my genre choice … I think … perhaps … if not then it’s gotta be a cozy mystery … NOT … oh, sigh … .
It’s not! It’s a target audience, not a genre (in my head, anyway). “Chick lit” tells me nothing about the Story, the Reality, or the Emotion of the book. pigfender.com/index.php/2014 … s-a-genre/
You need a teenage daughter.
Story: sappy love triangle.
Reality: This one but where all the men are fit… ALL OF THEM … no matter what they really look like.
Emotions: Chick… all of them… all the time… with rapid unpredictable changes.
Wait… we are talking books, not conversations with my daughter. Never mind.
I don’t believe that play is the intended activity. A duel to the deatd (per T’Pau) between the writing implements (pen, pencils, crayons, etc) and the clacking keyboards. So, no play will be had.
Though I razz you about it all the time, Mr. Piggieness, I detest Chick lit. My first and only exposure to the non-genre turned my stomach to the degree that now, my digestive organ rides heels up at all times in the center of my being. Had I only been forewarned … .
Wolfy,
I’m sure you’ll se my point, when I point out that, should Rog (piggy) do that, 't would be like pulling his finger out of the hole in the dike wall.