I have just spent all evening reading this thread. It's really made me laugh and remember lots of books!
I agree with lots of posts about Marian Keyes. I loved her early work. The Other Side of the Story is not talked about often but I really enjoyed it and have reread several times. Rachel's Holiday too, I loved it. I hated This Charming Man, (though I think this was the one written when she was poorly) The Break and wasn't overly in love with Grown Ups. What was the ones she did about the woman who didn't speak? That was odd too.
Sophie Kinsella should have left Shopaholic alone after the first few as I said earlier and I'm not buying any more of her standalone stuff. Again the earlier ones are better.
I have a soft spot for Jenny Colgan and her Beach Street Bakery and the ones set on the island are my guilty pleasure comfort reads. I also love Lucy Diamond, a similar feel.
Alexandra Potter has written some ok books in this genre except she has the most irritating habit of making her every single main character in every single book 'muse' over things. They can't think, they muse and it's even more irritating to me than characters 'padding' about!
Katie Fforde should indeed be congratulated for writing the same 50 books. I liked Practically Perfect and Flora's Lot then got very bored of reading the same thing over and over.
My favourite chick lit type book is Erica James' The Dandelion Years. It's lovely. Mhari Macfarlane is a newer author who has written some good ones too. I also bought a couple of Sophie Ranald ones (once I got past the truly awful titles, what are the publishers thinking?) thinking I'd enjoy them from the blurbs but truly they are terrible.
This thread has reminded me of Louise Bagshawe and her sister Tilly who wrote identical books. Honestly I couldn't tell much difference even their writing styles were similar. The Louise Bagshawe one that a pp mentioned about the girl who went to work in an estate agents was called Tuesdays Child. She wasn't overweight she was a real tomboy trying to be girly and she did end up running gyms at the end.
The Cecelia Aherne book about the couple who wrote to each other over their lifetimes (which was twaddle) was called Where Rainbows End. It was rebranded when they made it into a film, and called 'Love, Rosie.'. I did like Can You See Me Now and the one about where missing things and people go. Again anything she's written recently I cannot get on with.
If you want tack try Rebecca Chance. The sex scenes in them are so graphic they made me laugh... a lot.
I read a lot of trash, can you tell? It's my switch off time!