Chick lit, by definition should be light, entertaining, and enjoyable. Often taken on vacations or read after a really heavy book, its a genre that’s here to stay. Bachelor Degree by Judith Marks-White unfortunately sounds better than it reads.

Samantha works in a high-end art gallery. She leads a comfortable lifestyle and has an oversexed, manipulative mother who just wants grandkids. Much of the plot revolves around Samantha's new love interest, an artist who will be showing at her gallery in the fall. Her mother is hunting down new men for her own life and briefly considers involving herself with the same artist. While this could be amusing, it mainly appears pathetic.

Throughout the novel, we get endless details about whatever fabulous lunch or dinner they've just had at some famous restaurant, and by the next paragraph what amazing, stylish clothes they are all wearing. There is so much name-dropping that it’s hard to figure out where the story is leading.

Sprinkling in a few descriptions is fine, but each chapter consists of many passages, taking away from the narrative and making the reader just want to skip to the end - or put the book down completely. There are some interesting characters and a few plot twists, but overall this isn’t light reading; it’s a dissatisfying chore.