Can you keep a secret?

I am addicted to Chick-lit. There, I've sait it. I've admitted it!

I think that's the first step to recovery. But now that I think about it... I don't want to recover!

I love Chick-lit. There's nothing better than a rainy Sunday afternoon, a sofa, some tea and a funny lovely cheesy (nothing wrong with a bit of cheesy, don't you think?) novel.

But now that you know my secret, don't be suprised with the way these novels seem to affect in my own life (I'll get to that soon, don't worry).

Today I just wanted to start this blog with my teeny tiny secret and also with the reason I started to read (I think a better way to describe it is devour...) all these novels: the first Chick-lit novel I ever read!

It was some years ago, in 2008 and I was 19 years old. I was a Harry Potter and Star Wars addict before (I am still, don't worry, I can multitask) so that took most of my time. Anyway, it was Saint George Day (also known as the Book Day in my hometown, Barcelona) so I needed a new book and its beatiful shiny cover caught my attention: