A break in the clouds

Some of you know I've been struggling over the past 2-3 months with finding a book that holds my attention.  This wouldn't be such a problem if I wasn't a voracious reader.  Hell, I work at a bookstore part-time to support my habit.  A reader...who can't get into reading?!  The sick part is that I still want the books; I just can't bring myself to actually read them.  Anyway, I digress.  Yesterday, I found myself
already 100 pages into a book, an advance copy of "A Total Waste of Makeup".  The problem I'm having is that it's CHICK LIT!  I don't read chick lit (well...once in a blue moon)!  I couldn't make it through "Oryx & Crake" by Margaret Atwood, but I'm flying through this?!  I *love* Margaret Atwood...Booker Prize judges orgasm at her feet when she
publishes a new book.  I'm tempted to make all kinds of excuses about how this particular book is intelligent (I swear it's not dumb) or how it resonates that the main character is about to turn 30 or how I'm so tired and stressed with work that books that don't hurt my brain soothe me.  I could make those excuses, but I'm not going to.  I'm just going to embrace the fact that yes, I treasure a smart, witty read like
everyone else, but sometimes you've got to feed the brain a little candy.
 
*I should also re-evaluate my prejudices against chick lit. Damn publishers for lumping all these books under such a stupid label and automatically making us hate them.*