Eat Me

Linda Jaivin

I once defined chick lit as small green squares which lose their flavor in a remarkably small amount of time, and should then be spit out. Why do I continue trying to read this stuff? Your guess is as good as mine. In any case, Eat Me fits the general definition quite nicely.

This is the story of four Australian thirtysomething women who spend most of their free time eating, having sex, thinking about food, thinking about having sex, or some combination of the above. While this generally makes for amusing novels from a company like Beeline, it doesn't make for engrossing mainstream lit. If you combine the Lifetime network with the Playboy channel, someone might manage to get a TV adaptation of this going, and it would fit right in with the general level of intelligence, depth, and complexity found in the movies broadcast by both, but if you're looking for a book to sink your teeth into, look elsewhere. On the other hand, if you're looking for shallow, gratuitous sex with a bit of food writing on the side, you may find this a perfect way to kill a few hours.