Cinderella Screwed Me Over

Throw the plot of every chick flick containing Katherine Heigl into a blender and blend away. Then pour it into a book. Add a few more bad one-liners and a dash of bitterness and serve cold. That’s what reading Cinderella Screwed Me Over was like.

The book was from the perspective of Darby, an interior designer who had sworn off men, but miraculously couldn’t stop talking about why she had sworn off men. Poor blonde and fit Darby couldn’t seem to find the perfect man. And while she had a great career, a staggering shoe collection, and awesome friends, she remained fixated on her boyfriendless life, rather than embracing single-dom.

Then, Darby met Jake, a restaurant owner who relentlessly pursued her despite her bitter protests and several awkward etiquette blunders. Instead of behaving like a reasonable human being and giving the poor guy a chance, she applied every delusional “life lesson” to her current predicament. It’s a wonder Jake sticks around for as long as he does.

Cinderella Screwed Me Over is bad post-breakup chick lit. The parallels to Disney princesses miss their mark. There are better modern romance novels to be had.