Soon, though, chick lit became a parody of itself, with its pastel colored covers that almost always included a martini and/or a woman wearing stilettos. Plots often involved a disgruntled assistant working in New York media (usually a thinly veiled magazine) and there was usually a gay sidekick and a wacky friend. A crushing break up occurred in the early chapters and our fearless female had to spend the remaining pages rebuilding her life with the aforementioned motley crew in tow.
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