Finished Enchanted, Inc. by Shanna Swendson this weekend.

It’s about Katie Chandler, a woman from a small Texas town who heads to New York to find fame and fortune — or at least a decent job. Katie is an ordinary woman — so ordinary that she’s immune to magic. Naturally, Katie gets a job seeing through illusions for a magic-based company. There’s a talking gargoyle, a cute wizard named Owen, and frog kissing in Central Park, among other things.

It’s a nice, fun read with good world-building. If you like chick-lit with a twist (like I do), you’ll probably enjoy this book. My only quibble was that Katie’s aw-shucks-I’m-just-a-simple-Texas-girl-what-do-I-know? routine seemed a little forced towards the end after she’s been promoted to Merlin’s right-hand woman. Obviously, she knows something or she wouldn’t have scored that particular job.

But what caught my attention most was the following passage on page 130. Katie has just witnessed Owen perform some major mojo to save her from an intruder: 

I understood why heroines in superhero movies were always swooning into their unitard-wearing heartthrobs’ arms after being rescued. It wasn’t that they were shrinking violets or weak girly-girls. It was just that seeing a man do something so extraordinary and supernatural to save you has a way of making your knees go weak in a very pleasant way. I’d always heard power was an aphrodisiac …

As someone who writes about superheroes, I found this passage to be particularly interesting — and right on the money. It’s not so much the costume and secret identities that make superheroes appealing — it’s how they selflessly use their powers to help others, especially the people they love. And that tight leather and buff bodies certainly don’t hurt anything. 😉

What about you? Do you ever find yourself rereading a bit of dialogue? Inquiring minds want to know …