It is a very weird sensation when you read a book, enjoy it, and kind of hate yourself for enjoying it because it’s not the kind of book you ever thought you’d enjoy. That’s how I feel about I’ve Got Your Number by Sophie Kinsella. I think part of my reaction is the genre it comes under – ‘chick lit’. I really hate that expression. Personally, I find it pejorative. Firstly, it seems to suggest that women only like books that are ‘fluffy’, where the heroine is probably ditzy, gets her guy in the end and where it is mandatory to have at least a percentage of pink on the cover. I mean god forbid women might like a ‘non-fluffy’ book. Also, the expression feels exclusionary – it seems to suggest guys wouldn’t want to read something ‘fluffy’ because they’re always looking for guns, guts and other guy-related words beginning with ‘g’. So, yes, the expression ‘chick lit’ bugs me and because of that I’ve tended to avoid books that come under that banner. So, having said all that, why was I re