The Queen Gene

This book, by Jennifer Coburn, is possibly one of the weirdest pieces of girlie lit that I've ever picked up. If it really is girlie lit. I'm not even sure. It certainly has several elements one can expect: a crazy dramatic self-centered mother with a purse-sized chihuahua, for one. The Junior League wearing their theme sweaters, for another. Gossip about the hot guy next door, also.

But there's also a ghost story, sort of. And some unusual story lines having to do with an 80-year-old lady and some women who take their clothes off for money. And just a bunch of random weirdness. It wasn't just completely a wreck, and I didn't hate it. But it sure was weird. Eh.