The so-called Boy Series by Meg Cabot is a trilogy of loosely related books. All the books are written in epistolary format, through letters, e-mails, texts, IMs and in the last two books, journal entries.
The following elements are found in each book:
- Lead Heroine (Girl)
- Lead Heroine’s Best Friend (Girl’s Best Friend)
- The One (Filthy Mega Rich Loner Boy)
- The Ex (Ex)
- Lead Heroine and Lead Heroine’s Best Friend are employed by The New York Journal
Each novel follows this formula: girl-meets-boy, boy-falls-irrevocably-in-love-with-girl-at-first-sight, girl’s-ex-still-in-love-with-girl, girl-has-self-esteem-issues-because-of-break-up, girl’s-best-friend-cheers-girl-up, ex-grovels, girl-ignores-ex-and-flirts-with-boy-because-she-is-also-in-love-with-him, conflict, conflict, girl-contacts-best-friend, weak-resolution, end.
The Boy Next Door is the first and the best of the series.
Gossip columnist and single New York City girl Mel lives lives in the most exciting place in the world, yet she’s bored with her lovelife. But things get interesting fast when the old lady next door is nearly murdered. Mel starts paying closer attention to her neighbors—what exactly is going on with the cute boy next door? Has Mel found the love of her life—or a killer?
It has everything you’d expect from a Meg Cabot novel: Humorous, an insecure lead who is actually pretty, twists and turns, humor, neurosis, cheesy romance. It’s a fun read.
The only nitpick I have is that the ending was a bit rushed. After all the groveling John did and Mel acting hardball for the longest time, it skipped to the climax without Mel having any self-realization and was over, without even a description of what had happened to the romance (you’ll have to pick it out by context clues but it feels off because everything else in the book had been described detail by detail).
Boy Meets Girl is the second in the series.
Meet Kate MacKenzie…idealistic office worker, reluctant deliverer of termination notices and queen of instant messaging. As sweet as sugar.
Meet Mitch Hertzog…ever-smiling corporate lawyer, defender of the downtrodden and king of aborted dinner dates. Good enough to eat.
Together they must battle tyrants and despots to find truth, justice and the perfect double fudge pudding.
This one could have been better. The romance was just mediocre, but the humor was still there and the story was still Meg-Cabot-engaging because of the villains. Props to the villains here! They were truly heinous, from a simpering mama’s boy and a work!bitch who may just be lonely.
Another thing I’ve noticed from this series is that the workplace is extremely ideal. I’ve worked in a corporate company, an American subsidiary at that, and here’s the truth: Nobody cares if you’ve been fired or quit in the corporate world. Yeah, they’ll tell you they’ll miss you and ask you to stay and shit, but realistically: no one will rally or pass letters of objection. Life goes on. People are practically treated like machines in the corporate world– and the book is set in a daily publication, so realistically, nobody will have the time to do that.
The weakest one in the series is the last, “Every Boys Got One”. I really should have stopped when the second one wasn’t as good as the first, but as reading Meg Cabot novels is a guilty-pleasure addiction I can’t control (she hits my funny bones, even if you always know what’ll happen in what she writes), I went ahead and read this one.
Cartoonist Jane Harris is delighted by the prospect of her first-ever trip to Europe. But it’s hate at first sight for Jane and Cal Langdon, and neither is too happy at the prospect of sharing a villa with one another for a week—not even in the beautiful and picturesque Marches countryside. But when Holly and Mark’s wedding plans hit a major snag that only Jane and Cal can repair, the two find themselves having to put aside their mutual dislike for one another in order to get their best friends on the road to wedded bliss—and end up on a road themselves … one neither of them ever expected
Girl and boy dislike each other but are attracted to each other, and the whole book is just that. The saving grace–although it wasn’t enough–was the background of Italy and Rome. I did feel like I was there, seeing the sights with them. Also, I know we girls think it’s cute when we need a guy’s help when we walk in heels, and we think it helps them feel ~manly~ and all but all they’re thinking is: why the hell are you wearing that if you can’t walk in it?
They don’t think it’s cute, they think it’s stupid.
So verdict: Read the first one, you can skip the next two.