Meg, Meg, Meg...

So, I picked up Meg Cabot's new book How To Be Popular yesterday. It was fun, as all of Cabot's books are, and it had a great cover (the picture doesn't do it justice--the book jacket is actually a metallic gold, covered with hundreds of tiny, colorful asterisks), and it was a much, much better book than Cabot's last offering, Queen of Babble.

All of that was of the good.

On the other hand, you see that little piece of paper the book is standing upon? If you flip that over, my friends, you will find an ADVERTISEMENT, thoughtfully provided in each copy of the book. For CLINIQUE. Now, quite apart from the issues surrounding advertisements being stuck inside novels--and, really, Ms. Cabot, did you need the money that badly?--who writes a book about being true to yourself and then puts in an ad for a skincare line? Be true to yourself, children... unless you have bad skin. In that case, drop fifty bucks at the Clinique counter and people will like you better.