So, i keep hearing this book described as "bitch lit," a title I appreciate and welcome, like "dick flick," for its evocative and tongue in cheek twist on a popular phrase. But I didn't actually think the main character Sydney was a bitch. She was certainly more... prickly than your average romantic novel heroine, but imho it wasn't as simple as that.
Sydney is trying to work out her politics in a messy world which doesn't always cooperate with her, and rather than branding her a bitch I found myself empathizing with that aspect of her personality. Given the title and blurbage of the book, I expected a successful, fashionable heroine with strong feelings about independence and feminism, who does not want to shape herself according to male expectation; sure enough Sydney shows herself to be a woman who has internalized and identified with her politics, feels like the world is not entirely on her side, and has never found a man with whom she could let her guard down.
Her search for such a man forms the crux of the story, and as the book chronicles her steps and stumbles I think it totally works as light romantic lit - the people are beautiful, well-off, successful, and inhabit a world of glamor gossip and high fashion. There are fancy expensive restaurants, designer shoes, the occasional heiress. Therapists, celebrity matchmakers, and fabulous parties.
But there's more here, too. And what makes it refreshing is the main character's nontraditional - even borderline resentful - relationship with these typical ingredients, as well as the other things her prickly personality bring to the table. Sydney's conflict about her tokenism, her relationship to food and to her body, her discomfort with her salary and the 'complicated relationship to luxury goods' that is central to the story all bring up concepts of class, race, and gender which are more than a character ordinarily has to reconcile within the pages of light romantic fare - and I think Kennedy does an excellent job of portraying Sydney's struggles to figure it all out. She needs not just a great man, after all, but one with whom she can be herself, prickles and all.
Modern, savvy, thinking women have to make these kinds of social and political negotiations constantly, all while navigating the intersecting matrices of race, class, sexuality, and of course gender. I think Kennedy inserts these ideas quite smoothly into a new-millenium girl-meets-boy story in a way that brings them up and respects them, but also protects the story from getting too heavy to fly under its own snarky power. The book remains a page turner, with story angles shifting left and right, lots of humor, and a rollicking pace that is maintained up to the very end. It's light, but not fluffy, with a little something to chew on.