Mail

Mameve Medwed’s first novel, Mail, is a great example of intelligent chick wit. The heroine spends her days writing short stories, sending them off in the hopes of publication, and dreaming about the mail man. It’s well-written and fairly funny, but I was a bit bothered by the class conflict – I just couldn’t relate to it. And at one point the word “classy” is used (or at least interpreted by the person being addressed) to mean “upper class” (i.e., rich), when what classy actually means is stylish or elegant. So Mail has some flaws, but overall it’s a fun read.