Not my favorite. It made me feel like I was an observer of the story, like some creepy stalker on the fringes. Like an omniscient God of Media. I can't tell what's happening in real life, but if it occurs over some kind of media, I KNOW ABOUT IT.
And yet again, I'm reading a Cabot story years after it's been published and the technology is outdated. It happened with the 1-800-where-are-you series when the plot would've significantly changed if the characters had cell phones.
They have cell phones in Boy Meets Girl but they don't text each other, there's no Skype, and they have a weird habit of writing diary entries on restaurant menus and napkins, while narrating in real time what's happening. I mean, if a hot guy comes out of the shower when you were expecting a roommate, would you write that in an email to your friend as it was happening? Probably not. You would say, "who the fuck are you?" as you reach for 911.
The protagonist is also too naive. In the beginning of the book, the evil boss writes a damning email that could get the boss in a lot of trouble. Girl should've blasted that around the office, shown the union, and blown that ethics whistle. She didn't even recognize it for what it was and didn't even bother to save it. Maybe I'm jaded though.
Anyway, the format didn't work for me. The story was just okay. Meg Cabot has much better books out there.
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