Oh, Enchanted, Inc. How are you not like a chick lit novel? Let me count the ways…

1. Your main character is not an imbecile. She is not in a job that is too difficult for her. She does not misappropriate company time for her own foolish whims. She is a competent employee. Also, she does not work in publishing.

2. Your main character is not obsessed with getting a boyfriend/husband. She wouldn’t mind having one, but is holding out for the right kind of guy. She does date, though.

3. Your main character does not spend vast amounts of money on frivolities. She is concerned about making her paycheck last the whole month, so she walks instead of rides the subway. Taxis are right out.

4. Your main character has friends. However, they are not kooky. Everyone knows that all chick lit heroines must have a kooky best friend. Your best friends are regular people.

5. The men your main character are attracted to actually have more to be attracted to than a hot body. And they are attracted to more than a pretty face.

Ok. That said, the book is pretty fluffy. And it’s written in the chick lit style. But it doesn’t have the annoying characteristics of chick lit novels.

Katie Chandler has absolutely no magic in her. Which means she can’t do magic, nor is she affected by magic. The average person can’t really do any magic, but has enough magic in them to be affected by spells by those with magical ability. Which means she can see the truth behind the facade. This is invaluable to magicians, so she is hired by a magical company. And that’s all I’m going to tell you.

I love G N’ R. I know that’s heresy to all Motley Crue fans, but there it is. The only Dirty Harry movie I’ve ever seen is The Dead Pool. Because Guns N’ Roses was in it. Not really in it, but they are extras in a few scenes.

This book was a great story about the rise of the band. The parts about how jaded everyone became later, and the parts about how crazy Axl Rose got later are less impressive. And the song-by-song analysis of each album was boring, but luckily it was short-lived. The best parts are the bits about the band members living wherever they could and skirting legality, and the parts at the end where it looked like there might be some hope for happiness for the guys. Except Steven Adler. Did anyone else know he’d had a stroke?