One day, shortly after Prince Charming had his first or third affair, Cinderella looked down and noticed that she was middle aged. Of course, there were hints all along. The one or two hairs that sprouted through her chin, the muffin top that oozed over her favorite jeans, and the reading glasses that she left all over the castle.
The kids were mostly grown up. Prince Galloway was at Knight School. Princess Jacqueline was lobbying against evil witches in Camelot and suddenly Cinderella had a lot of time on her hands.
What's a former princess with a protuberant middle, a wondering husband and a castle full of laundry going to do?
She's going to prevail.
That's the sweetness of chick lit. It takes the real life horrors of our mundane life and turns them into heroic battlefields where women can rake up a countless number of victories.
Can't find a parking spot? Not a problem for a chick lit heroine, she'll sign up for helicopter lessons as soon as she gets home.
Hate exercise? So does our charming, imperfect heroine who forgoes everything cardio but begrudgingly has to walk up 10 flights of stairs because of a chronically broken elevator and ends up accidentally loosing 15 pounds.
It goes on and on. Put on your reading glasses ladies, and raise your pages to a genre that keeps us laughing, vibrant and victorious, even if we're a little bit silly along the way.
