I am not the world’s biggest fan of chick literature, anybody who’s spoken more than five sentences to me can tell you that. The writing’s almost always too shallow for my tastes and the protagonists far too perfect for me to relate to. They’re all too two-dimensional and their flaws almost always seem like tacked-on afterthoughts, in a last ditch attempt to make the characters seem more human. That said, I wouldn’t be going anywhere near the Gossip Girl books even if you paid me to. But, and this is a very big but, I will be the first one…