Here's what I learned from Sammy's Hill: Chick lit has such an awful, manufactured, predictable, cliched plot that one only needs to read every other chapter to totally understand the book (it was a bookclub pick, not my own choice to read this dreck).

I knew going into this book that it was going to be awful. Why? Because in the novel's opening scene protagonist Sammy finds herself on the train to work only discover that in her rush out the door she put on two different shoes -- one a strappy summer sandal, the other red a sneaker.

Yeah. Need I say more?