Seriously? L.A. Candy by Lauren Conrad?

Though it is a book in the traditional sense, L.A. Candy isn’t the kind of book that really needs to have a book review written about it. Based on the title and the background of the author (she’s on MTV’s The Hills for those of you who don’t know), most people probably know just about everything they need to about this novel. This isn’t necessarily a negative thing though, either you like the occasional scandalous, girls’ novel about sex, love and the L.A. party scene or you don’t.

This book is about Jane Roberts and her best friend Scarlett who move to Los Angeles to work for a party planner and attend college, respectively. At a club, the girls are discovered by a producer for a mysteriously named television station (PopTV), and invited to participate in a new reality show that he is planning. Of course, the show is a success and the girls quickly become famous. Don’t start this book if you aren’t prepared to commit to reading the series – L.A. Candy has a cliffhanger ending, so readers will also want to check out Conrad’s next book, Sweet Little Lies.

I feel confident in saying that Lauren Conrad doesn’t know who Descartes or James Joyce are, and she has never read Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s One Hundred Years of Solitude, but she talks about this literature as if she were familiar with it. These references just add to the fun; I shake my head and wonder what the editors were doing. I think the assumption that someone “helped” her to write this book is pretty safe, but for the purposes of this review, I’ve referred to Conrad as an author.

As with all sweets, L.A. Candy isn’t especially healthy and should be enjoyed in moderation. (How's that for a cheesy end to a review?)