I started reading a light book the other day.  It’s one of those books that magazines would call ‘chick lit’.   It’s about a 20-something year old woman and her trials and tribulations in the dating world.

I used to love these sorts of books.  I would identify with the characters sometimes.  I could see how they would think about relationships and their worries.  Sometimes I would just laugh at how ridiculous these women were.  I mean really, how could they put up with those horrible guys?  How could they not see the choices they were making?  But still…I enjoyed reading about these fictional lives.

Lately, as I’ve read these books, I’ve found them to be irritating in all ways.  I don’t like the characters.  I don’t like the stories.  Even though it’s an easy read, which I need on occasion, I’m not having the fun I used to have.

What does this mean?  Am I growing up?  Outgrowing chick lit? 

In some ways I find this sad.  A form of entertainment from my past is now gone.  But I guess it was meant to happen eventually.  At nearly 40, it’s probably time I start getting into more ‘mature’ books.  I just have to figure out what those are.  Anyone have any suggestions?