I recently read a new york times article calling most of chick-lit 'priv-lit', and I think it hit the nail on the head. Finally, words to describe my disgust with the genre.

That being said, I like werewolves, but not all the undead things. I've always been fascinated with the idea of transforming into an animal (and being able to run, and jump huge distances, and and and...) but the rest of it doesn't do much for me.