Chick lit has never been my thing. Don't get me wrong, I like boys and clothes like most heterosexual females (Though not enough to describe either man morsels or Prada anything as "yummy," "scrumptious," or, well, "man morsels."). I like the idea of girly books with lovey dovey content and shopping. It's just that most of what I have read (Lots of Meg Cabot, a couple pages of the abysmal Confessions of a Shopaholic) is just so incredibly shallow. Stupid girls with stupid problems act stupid and get stupid boyfriends. And...I just don't care.
Now, Death's Daughter, a novel by Amber Benson, A.K.A. Tara from "Buffy the Vampire Slayer," features Calliope Reaper-Jones. Callie is pretty much the typical chick lit protagonist. She's all about designer clothes, her job as a put-upon magazine assistant, and her failed overtures at a love life.
Where Callie differs is that she is the daughter of Death, hence the title of the book. She had been living a normal chick lit life under a Forgetting Charm and reluctantly reenters the strange realities of her actual life when her father- and the other top executives of Death, Inc.- is kidnapped.
In order to keep the world in order and allow her family to keep their immortality, Callie must complete three tasks to prove she is capable of taking control of the company. All this, and nobody has any idea who would have kidnapped Death. I can't say much more without giving something essential away.
In conclusion, I enjoyed the book. Callie could be infuriating a lot of the time, but she was okay. My slightly sadistic side enjoyed seeing the chick lit girl forced to endure hardship, blood, and gore. You know, beyond a sample sale (Zing! Drumbeat!). Maybe if more chick lit books featured dismemberment, hellhounds, and demon fighting, I'd like chick lit better. Nicholas Sparks, Sophie Kinsella, and Meg Cabot- take that as a hint.
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