I picked this book up for variety, since it has been sitting on my office table for the longest time, and it's been a while since I read a chicklit novel. The verdict? It was a light, okay read - nothing exceptional (where chicklit is concerned), nothing bad, either.
Queen of Babble is the story of Lizzie Nichols, a (non-)graduate of History of Fashion who lives with her parents at Ann Arbor, Michigan, who flies all the way to London, England, to spend time with her British boyfriend, Andrew. While there, she discovers more things about her boyfriend than she bargained for, forcing her to cross the channel to France, where her best friend, Shari, and her boyfriend, Chaz, are spending the summer helping out with the weddings being held at Chateau Mirac, owned by Chaz' best friend's family, the de Villiers. Luke, the handsome son of the owners, happens to be there, too, and, well, as in all chicklit novels, I guess we all pretty much know with whom Lizzie ends up at the end of the book.
Predictable, yes. Very much. There hasn't been an instance when I predicted what was going to happen, and I turned out to be wrong. However, the predictability was actually - forgive me - predictable, so I wasn't really disappointed. I also expected that it would follow some sort of formula: you know, cute heroine, hunky love interest, the latter's bitchy girlfriend, loyal bestfriend, etc. True enough, all those characters were present here. But I was just looking for a fun, easy read, and this book is just that, perfectly.
Cute book, I'd say. But I'm going to think really hard before I read its sequel. :)