Boy Meets Girl, by Meg Cabot

A modern day epistolary novel, Meg Cabot’s Boy Meets Girl is told entirely through emails, notes, instant messaging, voice mails, and the like. Except I don’t – like it, that is. It’s one thing for a book to be written in the form of two people writing letters to one another – where both parties’ letters are included and you can follow the dialogue easily. It’s quite another to read only the narrator’s letters, in which she has to spell out what happened during the preceding “live” event in order for the letter or email or whatever to make sense. It’s totally artificial. Plus, for some reason the various characters’ outgoing voice mail messages are included before each voice mail message she receives or leaves. The first or second time is ok, but having to reread the same paragraphs repeatedly is annoying, and makes me wonder if the author was just trying to up her word and page count. As for the story, I don’t know – I couldn’t get into it. Maybe it would have been ok as a regular novel.