Awards! That is so nice.

As you know, I am not around much these days. But when there are awards given to me, I must come on here. What an honor!

The first one is The Zombie Chicken Award, which I received from Serena.

"The blogger who receives this award believes in the Tao of the zombie chicken - excellence, grace and persistence in all situations, even in the midst of a zombie apocalypse. These amazing bloggers regularly produce content so remarkable that their readers would brave a raving pack of zombie chickens just to be able to read their inspiring words. As a recipient of this world-renowned award, you now have the task of passing it on to at least 5 other worthy bloggers. Do not risk the wrath of the zombie chickens by choosing unwisely or not choosing at all..."

My other award this week was the One Lovely Blog Award, received from Sherrie.

"1) Accept the award, post it on your blog together with the name of the person who has granted the award and his or her blog link.

2) Pass the award to 15 other blogs that you've newly discovered. Remember to contact the bloggers to let them know they have been chosen for this award."

Once again, thank you so much both of you. I am really honored and will have to pass the awards on later this weekend or during the week.

Remember Me? by Sophie Kinsella

I enjoy a fun piece of chick lit from time to time and liked many of the previous Kinsella-novels (and disliked a few of them as well), so when I was going to be air-travelling for some hours and needed something light for the plane-ride, this one was an easy choice. And it is an easy read, built on the trusted chick lit formula we know so well: confused gal in her mid-twenties/early thirties goes through some kind of (fun) obstacles and ends up with Mr. Right in the end. Nothing at all wrong with that formula, and I am not here to diss those who love chick lit. Like I said, I enjoy it myself from time to time.

This one is also relatively enjoyable, although I found it, well, farfetched in places. You can argue that most chick lit is rather far-fetched and that is why we read it, but alas, I enjoyed most of the book and found both heroine and Mr. Right to be charming characters (whereas I grew seriously tired of Becky Bloomwood of the Shopaholic-series and found her less and less likeable), which is always a plus.

Lexi, our heroine, wakes up with amnesia and minor bruises after a car-crash. She doesn't remember anything from the past three years, where her life for some reason has taken a turn from the standard-dreary-bleary London-life to life in the fast lane with designer clothes, yummy hubby, gorgeous apartment, killer good-looks and a killer-job. But the problem is - Lexi doesn't remember how she got this way, and when she finds out, that her old friends despise her she is even more curious to find out what the heck happened to her, and why she left her old life behind her.

Its fun, its light, and surprisingly enough I was actually eager to get to the bottom of Lexi's life and find out how she became this succesful yuppie, marrying a London-millionaire!

Had it not been a light chick lit-read, I am pretty sure another type of author would have been able to make a bit more out of those typical subjects: mother/daughter relationship, marriage/single life, rich/poor and so on. But this is not supposed to be too psychological and all that jazz, its just for fun.

The ending fizzed out and wasn't that good, but overall I can recommend this for a light read on the beach or something like that. Not into chick lit? Then don't read it, you will not find it amusing at all.