A Chick, in my book, is a baby chicken covered in downy, yellow feathers up until the age of  6-weeks.   I've always bristled when the term is applied to young women, and I have always subconsciously disassociated myself from Chick Lit, believing the genre to be driven by scantily clad, sex-driven female main characters.  I couldn't have been more wrong and, although I'm not a fan of categories, it's time to reassess the genre I think I've been writing in.

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