Chick Lit v. Chuck Lit -- Hilariously literal comparison of two hot beach paperbacks in the UK, one for lads and one for lassies, "written for readerships as automatically and emphatically divided by gender as public toilets." This is the reason I generally skip over the book swap box at my office: "Will Harriet find a man? Perhaps the likeable, dependable but somehow not very sexy bookshop owner, Miles, whom she has known since childhood? Surely not his brother, the fiendishly cruel bisexual Cambridge English don Dominic, despite his dashing hat and ebony crucifix?" Oh my!

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