I usually don’t enjoy what The Guardian calls chick lit. That stuff is better in the movies, where you can concentrate on the shoes and hair and bags when the storyline becomes too silly. But I might want to read Love in a Headscarf, Shelina Zahra Janmohamed’s "chick-lit memoir of her arranged marriage" – just out of curiousity.
Some quotes from the comment thread of The Guardian’s article:
What strikes me is the way she describes the process in purely material terms. She ‘judges’ potential husbands on their looks, time-keeping and financial generocity to herself. No mention of personality, interests or compatibility. Is that what it’s about?
Bridget jones didn’t claim to speak or represent each and every 30-year old who happened to be single
Nor does Shelina attempt to do the same for Muslim women. It’s just a story of how she finds love – why is it that as a minority writer, she suddenly is expected to carry the burden of representing each and every muslim woman in the world?
Those Muslim women living in the West who are making a free choice to act publicly like second-class citizens (in relation to men) must accept that their actions and beliefs are profoundly threatening to Western women, who are still fighting a long battle not to be second-class citizens.