I usually try to pick gender-neutral books for Book Break, but this week I ditched the mainstream man and picked up Something Borrowed.

Within the first few pages, Rachel, a single lawyer in NYC, finds herself in bed with her best friend’s fiancé on her 30th birthday. I know. It sounds terribly cheesy and soapy, but stay with me.

This book is Shakespearian Sex in the City with a dash of Devil Wears Prada, minus the fancy talk and fashion tips. It’s steamy and sordid and I found myself feeling bad for the cheaters, Rachel and Dex. You end up rooting for The Other Woman. Emily Giffin was able to skew my moral compass, but I couldn’t help wonder what Dr. Phil would say.

I admit, I didn’t like how neatly everything wrapped up, but that’s what you get when you pick up Female Fiction*. The book flows and like Cheetos or chocolate you won’t want to stop. (I read this is one sitting and felt less guilty than I would had it been chocolate or Cheetos.)

Borrow Something Borrowed from a friend, or buy it for someone you know turning 30. Just make sure you keep a close eye on her and your own man.

*I don’t care for the term Chick Lit.

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