Me And My Big Mouth - Queen Of Babble by Meg Cabot --- Book Review (17)

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I like got a TOTAL shock by what Elizabeth Nichols, aka Lizzy, tells us about her CUTE boyfriend and I totally realised at once that I was trillions of years OLDER than the protagonist. She’s ONLY 22. Couldn’t she be at least, say, 35, and NOT use American college girl speak?! It was clear that I would so not be able to feel with her that I knew: I. Had. Made. A. Mistake. Oh God, that was AWFUL! Okay, okay, things like that happen. Yet, I so wanted to read something LIGHT. Lighter, I thought, was HARDLY possible. So I read on. Lizzy has just failed graduation and has come to London to visit her boyfriend Andrew for three months. Andrew is British, and he wants to become a teacher. He wants to teach kids to read and to write. Can you imagine?! Have you ever heard of anything so brave? She already knows the names of their four children. Yet, instead of fetching her from the airport in his own car and taking her to a friend’s apartment as promised where they’d stay in bed all the time and make love, he comes with his father in the family car and she gets a bunk bed in the laundry room his mother has made up for her. It turns out that he hasn’t got a summer job in a private school as he told her but works twelve-hour shifts in a restaurant. Lizzy leaves him the following day and travels to the south of France where her friend Shari and Shari's boyfriend Chaz from Ann Arbor are staying in a castle to help organise weddings. On the train, she meets an absolutely gorgeous fellow-traveller who speaks English and lets her cry on his shoulder. She tells him about her problems with Andrew blabbing out *all* her intimate secrets - she won’t see him again, will she? She arrives at her destination when it’s already dark and starts wondering how to get to the castle with her ten words of French, but surprise, surprise, the gorgeous young man gets off as well. He’s the son of the castle people and Chaz‘s friend from their common time at an American uni. Ah! But the fellow-traveller's girlfriend is waiting for him, a super sexy, cool chick with Manolo Blahnik sandals for 600 $ and boobs that don’t move no matter how much she jumps around. The main part of the novel deals with the happenings at the castle and Lizzie putting her foot in wherever and whenever it’s possible. What comes to her mind must be spoken out loud, preferably to the wrong person and in the wrong situation. “WHY DO I HAVE TO HAVE THE BIGGEST MOUTH IN THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE???” I must confess that I find Lizzie’s adventures quite amusing. She *is* an oaf, of a simple-mindedness and naivety that hurt, but somehow one can’t but like her. So what is my final verdict about the Queen Of Babble? Well, I think the book is TOTALLY okay and can be recommended if - you’re between 20 and 25 years old - you’re female - you’re interested in (also reading about) sex - you hyperventilate when you see a vintage brand dress - you don’t cringe when you see youth speak in print. --- If you're interested in my other book reviews, click on the green line at the top of the site (Malus Book Reviews)