To not read any (more) books with 'the Girl With (insert adjective) (insert noun)' in the title

[Girlwhowearsglasses]

I know you can't judge a book by its title but I'm over this convention. It's become some kind of cultural meme now.

Also those books about grim 40s childhoods - which, by law, can only ever take place in Liverpool, Dublin, Glasgow, or East London. Names are always three (usually alliterative) nouns 'Soot, Scabies, and Skidmarks - the true life of an East End Kid in the Blitz'.

Correct me if I'm wrong, but they a e all pitched at the notch above pink-covered Chick Lit with curly silver writing.

It's to make me, I'll admit it well read women who want to feel above chick lit feel it's for them, and a little bit smug. Sort, it's totally me. I blew the Time Traveller's Wife (which I loved)

(Becomes a total cliché)

Blew = blame

'one annoying quirky twee one, and one for misery lit. Or maybe even combine the three - 'The Girl Who Perambulated Around The Zoo In Zagreb Playing The Lute Before Being Sold For A Tube Of Smarties.'

'Or books such as the The Kiltmaker's daughter, the bassoon player's cat, the chicken collector's wife'

In the last Adrian Mole book Adrian's mum is writing her own childhood misery memoir.........'A Girl Called Shit'. But the publishers insist it's retitled 'The Potato Farmer's Daughter'.

OnlyHereForTheCamping I love Jamie's maverick laughing to the left! What a rebel.

I'm eagerly awaiting the next instalment of The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo series.

Can't we make an exception to the rule, pretty please?

I much preferred the original Swedish title, "Men Who Hate Women" for The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. Felt it was a bit of a cop out not to keep that when they translated to English.

Excellent -squoosh

These titles just made me laugh so much, and I love the celebrity chef laughter.

Please Don't Touch Me There Uncle Cyril

The celebrity chef misery cookbook is a niche waiting to be filled.

Please No More Recipes Uncle Cyril.

With a pic of the celeb looking miserably off to the right, all in a sepia tint.

Well Marian Keyes cured her depression with cake, and wrote a pink covered book about it I'm looking at it on my shelf right now

I think she gets a MN free pass though

Ha ha ha, squoosh, I remember that. A Girl Called Shit. Hilariously brilliant. That will make me chuckle all day.

which I need as I am PMT-img to the point of murder