Once upon a time there lived a pulchritudinous girl. The most pulchritudinous girl in the whole world. That girl was me. Well, it still is. To this day, (the present) I remain pulchritudinous, like a dove resting gently on a cloud around four in the afternoon. I'm here to tell you my tales of woe and glamour. Before you read, here are some questions you should ponder: Would I fall in love? And if I fell in love, would I have enough gumption to hold on to such a love? Don't you wish you could be as pulchritudinous as me? Would my story end happily ever after? (Feeling the suspense build?)
It reminded me a lot of the parody of Twilight that I read a few years back, Nightlight. Like Nightlight, there were some legitimately funny, laugh out loud moments for me. The book alternated between hilarious nonsense (which it was great at) and being a legit romance (which it was not so great at). I enjoyed the silliness of it AND I learned the meaning of the word pulchritudinous (which I had never even heard before).