The idea of novels based on Marvel superheroes written for a “chick lit” audience is one that was greeted with a lot of trepidation by our commenters back in February, and we knew that meant that a review was absolutely necessary. After all, we were kind of excited about it. Well, I was. A She-Hulk television show in the style of Ally McBeal is basically a thing I’d collect the Dragon Balls for. I’ve always loved the triple bridge her character makes between the hypermasculine-coded world of superheroes, the intellectual world of legal studies, and a third set of traits that are often considered the exact opposite of both the masculine and the intellectual: a woman who likes partying and casual sex. I was very interested in seeing how that concept might play out if you replaced “Ally McBeal” with “Bridget Jones” and aimed it at a mass female audience.
What I’m trying to say is that Jill is reading Rogue Touch and will have a review when she’s done, so in the meantime lets talk about The She-Hulk Diaries, by Marta Acosta. Smashing occurs. So does smooching. And sm — sss… Lawyering.