This true crime novel is fascinating on a number of levels. First of all, it's got great literary credentials as Richard Lloyd Parry was the Asia editor of the Times of London. Parry explores the 'water trade' and the complex hostess and hospitality culture in Japanese society. He gets in depth with the complex relationships between Lucie's parents and family and friends. He also provides an interesting look at the Japanese criminal process, and how very different it is from the American process. And the book is just flat out suspenseful and gripping. It's one of the best true crime books I've ever read.
People Who Eat Darkness by Richard Lloyd Parry (2012)
This true crime novel is fascinating on a number of levels. First of all, it's got great literary credentials as Richard Lloyd Parry was the Asia editor of the Times of London. Parry explores the 'water trade' and the complex hostess and hospitality culture in Japanese society. He gets in depth with the complex relationships between Lucie's parents and family and friends. He also provides an interesting look at the Japanese criminal process, and how very different it is from the American process. And the book is just flat out suspenseful and gripping. It's one of the best true crime books I've ever read.
Kindred by Octavia Butler (1979)
Provides a fascinating look at the lives of slaves, as well as life for any black person in the antebellum South. In addition, it's a very interesting look at the relationship between Dana and her husband and their life in the 1970s. Although it sounds a bit grueling, it's also compulsively readable and amazingly well told.
In the edition I read, there was a fascinating critical essay by Robert Crossley that provided more context. Despite being so much of its time period, the novel itself does not seem dated at all. It's still a fascinating novel with a lot to say.
In the Bag by Kate Klise (2012)
Dishy and light and fun, with realistic, charming characters. Klise will definitely be an author I'll keep an eye out for again.
Wallflower in Bloom by Claire Cook (2012)
Along with her own personal struggles, this is an interesting exploration of the inner workings of celebrity life (on a number of different levels). I loved this line by her dancing partner, Ilya, who is trying to get her out of her funk: "He shrugged. 'Whatever comes at you, it's all energy. You have to take it and make it work for you. My best dances come from that place.'" A great, realistic novel about a woman in transition with just enough humor to make it endearing as well.
Carry the One by Carol Anshaw (2012)
A group of friends and family are involved in a car accident that results in the death of a young girl. This is not a "I Know What You did Last Summer" sort of novel, but more a novel that takes this crucial act as the springboard for following these friends and the paths their lives take after the incident. Explores their work and artistic lives, and their romantic lives as well.
Lovely, with some wonderful writing on life. I loved this quote, as divorced Carmen rejects a man who hasn't even approached her yet:
"The social road ahead looked like a bleak highway, post-apocalyptic, overblown with dust, gray and lifeless except for mutants popping up here and there."
Code Name Verity by Elizabeth Wein (2012)
Divided into two parts, the first unfolds as a written confession, but all is not as it seems. The second follows the pilot after crash landing in France. Gripping, suspenseful, and chilling, this is a great story of friendship, but also of parts of World War II that we don't necessarily always hear about.
How to Get Divorced by 30 - Sascha Rothchild (2010)
Rothchild, a struggling writer living in L.A. who married a struggling actor, has a lovely, dry sense of humor, and a realistic, healthily critical self-image (she includes quotes from her "self-indulgent" diaries).
What I loved about this book, besides its insightful look at love and romance and what we tell ourselves we want and need, is that I ended up actually wanting to know more about her. Often, with memoirs, I'm like, enough already--I don't need to know any more about your grandmother, your birth or your sixth-grade teacher. But her home life (as well as her romantic life) is really fascinating, with a strangely detached mother and siblings who we don't get to know well enough. And we only get little glimpses of it, as well as her semi-turbulent childhood. I love leaving a memoir wanting more! Plus, it is really funny.
The Hypnotist's Love Story by Liane Moriarty (2011)
This novel is about Ellen O'Farrell, a hypnotherapist in her mid-30s, who just met a promising new man. Things are going well until he tells her that he has a stalker--a woman he broke up with three years ago. The story is told in alternating sections from Ellen's (3rd person) POV and Saskia's 1st person POV (the stalker). Slightly quirky and very endearing, I think Liane Moriarty is a great readalike for Maeve Binchy. Just change the setting from Ireland to Australia! But keep the compelling characters and relationships and satisfying plots.
"I was stunned. I'm not sure why. I think I just never expected him to be important enough to make any significant changes in his life, but of course, he doesn't know that he's only a minor character in my life. He's the star of his own life and I'm the minor character. And fair enough too."See also: What Alice Forgot and Three Wishes.
Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn (2012)
The story is told by a husband whose wife goes missing, and also through journal entries of the wife previous to the disappearance. And yet we don't know the whole story. Chilling and surprising, and includes some really great, insightful and often funny writing. See below:
"I am not interested in being set up. I need to be ambushed, caught unawares, like some sort of feral love-jackal. I'm too self-conscious otherwise. I feel myself trying to be charming, and then I try to be even more charming to make up for the fake charm, and then I've basically turned into Liza Minnelli: I'm dancing in tights and sequins, begging you to love me. There's a bowler and jazz hands and lots of teeth."
"Mainly, I will admit, I smile because he's gorgeous. Distractingly gorgeous, the kind of looks that make your eyes pinwheel, that make you want to just address the elephant--'You know you're gorgeous, right?'--and move on with the conversation. I bet dudes hate him: He looks like the rich-boy villain in an 80s teen movie--the one who bullies the sensitive misfit, the one who will end up with a pie in the puss, the whipped cream wilting his upturned collar as everyone in the cafeteria cheers."A page-turning novel that absolutely refuses to get off the bestseller lists. Good for Flynn! Write more books!
I Want My MTV by Craig Marks and Rob Tennenbaum (2011)
And so many fantastic quotes (a totally random sampling):
Stewart Copeland: "We would tease Stingo that he couldn't walk past a mirror without primping. And he would say, 'Fuck off, it's my job. And yours, too, by the way.'"
Billy Gibbons: "I still sign autographs for girls who say, 'I was just thirteen and I couldn't wait to dress up like the girl in "Legs.'" (So me. That outfit was awesome.)
Joe Elliot: "When we were kids growing up in Sheffield, there were only two types of clothing shops--men's and women's. And you were never going to find stage wear in a men's shop. So nearly everything we wore, from the waist up, was female. Blouses and T-shirts with loud patterns, designed for big ladies."
John Landis: "One of my guilty pleasures is that when I see a group of people try to do the 'Thriller' dance using the record, they have to wander around like zombies waiting for the goddamn music to start, because the recorded version begins with all these sound effects that aren't in the video."
Lionel Richie: "The funniest story about 'Hello' is that I kept going back to Bob over and over again, saying, 'Bob, that bust of me does not look like me.' 'Bob, the bust does not look like me.' Finally, Bob came over to me and said, 'Lionel, she's blind.'"
Stewart Copeland: "I grew to understand that videos were mainly about getting our singer's face out there. Because it was so pretty. That's the way it goes. Drummers learn that lesson pretty early in life. Guitarists never quite learn that lesson. Drummers and bass players, we're over it."
Sebastian Bach: "Dude, when they talk about 'hair metal', whose hair do you think they're talking about? I've still got it. I'm looking at it right now. And it's so flaxen!"
Awesome and deliciously fun for anyone who grew up on MTV (or Friday Night Videos, for that matter).
What I Hate from A to Z by Roz Chast (2011)
The Family Fang by Kevin Wilson (2011)
This novel has a strange, eccentric, and funny charm. And as much as I liked the novel, I LOVED the cover, and kept looking back at it as I read the book. Shout out to book designer Allison Saltzman and artist Julie Morstad for an amazing, compelling cover. See also Bookslut's interview with Kevin Wilson that discusses the art (and a whole lot more.)
Blackout and All Clear by Connie Willis (2010)
All Clear is an excellent sequel. Where the other novel meandered a bit and set up the situation a bit too fully, this novel starts off with a bang and keeps going. Having gotten to know the characters over 1100+ pages (in the two novels), I found it incredibly gratifying to have this concluded so beautifully. Gently in many ways, but beautifully. Subtly romantic and so wonderfully evocative of what is must have been like living in London during World War II. A delight. (See also her wonderful collection of Christmas short stories: Miracle and other Christmas Stories.)
The Slap by Christos Tsiolkas (2008)
Also, loved the multiculturalism of the characters and how much of their characters are linked to their cultural heritage--an idea that doesn't come up that much in American literary fiction (not without making a big stinking deal about it). Amazing, absorbing, insightful.
What Alice Forgot by Liane Moriarty (2009)
The Grimm Legacy by Polly Shulman (2010)
Feathered by Laura Kasischke (2008)
Fire and Rain by David Browne (2011)
The Unit by Ninni Holmqvist (2006)
The Principles of Uncertainty by Maira Kalman (2007)
"The opera was Eugene Onegin, by Tchaikovsky. From the story by Pushkin. The characters had so many troubles, don't ask."I also liked this:
"This is a painting of a photo taken in London in 1940. It is a library that was bombed in the Blitz. And then the all-clear sounded. And people returned, hope undiminished. They returned, so elegant and purposeful to the books."
The Raising by Laura Kasischke (2011)
Secondhand Spirits by Juliet Blackwell (2009)
Slightly Single by Wendy Markham (2002)
Tracey Spadolini is one of the least likeable characters ever to grace the pages of chick lit. She's fat and unhappy and has a job she hates and has no interests other than brooding about the fact that her boyfriend is leaving her to act in summer stock for the summer. She has nothing good to say about anyone, nor should any of her friends or family expect her to be interested in their lives in any way, except as it pertains to Tracey herself. Not only is she incredibly annoyingly obsessed with her weight (Bridget Jones would tell her to get the hell over it), she's completely clueless about her failing relationship with her attractive actor boyfriend, she's horribly condescending to her entire family, and to top it all off, she's a big old bigot.
And not only is Tracey a bigot (and not in one of those imperfect anti-heroine kind of ways), but the overall attitude towards gay people in this book is worrying. Tracey has a gay best friend named Raphael (whose defining personality characteristics include wearing tight cutoffs to brunch and having one night stands with sailors) and yet she constantly uses the term "faggy" (and this book was written in 2002!). Every single gay man she comes in contact with is "flamboyant and effeminate" (her words, not mine). Here's Tracey meeting one of Will's housemates at summer stock: "Oh, shut up, Will," says Theodore with such a flouncing flourish that I'm immediately aware that he isn't competing with Will for the fair Esme's attentions . . . as if his name, gold earring and Barbara Streisand concert T-shirt weren't evidence enough." And then he offers her a "limp-wristed handshake." Nice.
Then, when she meets a guy at Raphael's birthday party who seems "low-key and well—normal", she assumes that he's gay, even though he gives her no indication of such, for "would a straight, reasonably adorable guy be at a party like this? In New York? No way." What city, no—what century does this author live in where gay and straight people do not freely commingle? The weird thing is that both Tracey's boyfriend Will and her new love interest Buckley (!) seem way more gay than any of her stereotypical acquaintances. Will is a good-looking actor, who works out constantly, lives platonically with a gorgeous model or something and is dating schlumpy Tracey. Buckley, who uses casually uses words like "minx", "hottie", and "saucy" is prone to the following type of behavior: "He launches into a hilarious description of fellow beach-goers, doing accents and dialogue. He's got me laughing so hard, I'm straining my newly developing abs." When she responds with "I haven't laughed this hard since the first Austin Powers", you know Hepburn and Tracy better watch out.
And just when you think maybe this stereotypical characterization is limited to gay people, along come Tracey's coworkers, including Latisha, who has poor grammar, begins and ends every sentence with "girl" and "wags a finger at [Tracey] in her sassy, don't-give-me-any-crap way." Oh, and five seconds later Tracey remarks that "my troubles pale next to Latisha's. She's a single mother trying to raise an adolescent daughter in a rundown neighborhood where her teenaged sister was shot in a drug-related drive-by shooting a few years ago." That's quite a lot on anyone's plate.
Long story short, this is a chick lit book with a headache-inducingly dreary (and underwritten) main character. Not only that, but it shows a worrying tendency towards bigotry. Eek. Not a fun read at all.
Gig: Americans Talk About Their Jobs by John Bowe, Marisa Bowe and Sabine Streeter (2000)
"I wish I had more good days than I do. Because the good days are very good. And it's a good job, overall it is. It's just kind of up and down sometimes, you know? So when you have a good day, you save those days. You hope to have more days like them than you do. My last good day was about two weeks ago. Nobody said anything. Everybody paid. I didn't get cussed at, nobody tried to pull a fast one over me. Everything went real smooth. No traffic, no accidents, no hazards, That was precious." (p. 187 - bus driver)
"If they get excited, they get in trouble. They'll run into a fence or break it down, so be patient. Slow. Keep your mouth shut. Best way to handle them is to put some duct tape over your mouth. If you get excited, they'll get lost or get away, you'll scare them. When you sort them, be quiet. Patient and slow." (p. 225 - buffalo rancher)
"Other than that, you basically just hang out. You don't really work, you just enforce rules and make sure they don't fight and aren't killing each other." (p.549 - prison guard)
High Season by Jon Loomis (2007)
"The straight cross-dressers were harder to figure out--the just plain transvestites everyone in town called tall ships. The tall ships tended to be large men who strode up and down Commercial Street in plus-sized tweed skirts, support hose, and pumpkin-colored lipstick; craggy-faced and lonely-looking men with dispirited wigs and five o'clock shadows poking through pancake makeup."Later, Frank is showing the photo of the cross-dressing reverend who was found murdered:
"Oh my God," the drag queen in the sequined dress said. "Look at that sad little outfit. It's just heartbreaking."Good fun!
My Korean Deli by Ben Ryder Howe (2010)
I listened to this on audio, read by Bronson Pinchot. Pinchot's reading is fabulously expressive, and he does a dead-on George Plimpton. His narration made all of the characters so endearing and hilarious--even when I got a big impatient with Howe. One of the best audiobooks I've ever listened to, ever.
We Need to Talk About Kevin by Lionel Shriver (2003)
Too Close to the Falls - Catherine Gildiner (1999)
What You See in the Dark by Manuel Munoz (2011)
"The Americans were always good at dying, but not death. Good at plot, but not fatalism. Good at cowboys shot down from the backs of horses, but not the finality of writhing in the dust. Good at the cars roaring lustily into each other as if no one were in them, but not the full horror of a boy hurtling into the rigidity of the steering column. Good at the beautiful Radcliffe heroine succumbing to cancer in her bed, but not the ugly business of the night nurse wiping her clean at two in the morning. What they didn't know is that you take the little glimmer of the truth of death when you see it, and then have the nerve to give it light."
The Weird Sisters by Eleanor Brown (2011)
"We were never organized readers who would see a book through to its end in any sort of logical order. We weave in and out of words like tourists on a hop-on, hop-off bus tour. Put a book down in the kitchen to go to the bathroom and you might return to find it gone, replaced by another of equal interest. We are indiscriminate."
Grand Opening by Jon Hassler (1987)
Remember Me by Lisa Takeuchi Cullen (2006)
Dangerously Funny by David Bianculli (2009)
Getting Rid of Matthew by Jane Fallon (2007)
Life Sucks by Jessica Abel, Gabe Soria and Warren Pleece (2008)
Just Kids by Patti Smith (2010)
"The Chelsea was like a doll's house in the Twilight Zone, with a hundred rooms, each a small universe. I wandered the halls seeking its spirits, dead or alive. My adventures were mildly mischievous, tapping open a door slightly ajar and getting a glimpse of Virgil Thomson's grand piano, or loitering before the nameplate of Arthur C. Clarke, hoping he might suddenly emerge....I loved this place, its shabby elegance, and the history it held so possessively....So many had written, conversed, and convulsed in these Victorian dollhouse rooms. So many skirts had swished these worn marble stairs. So many transient souls had espoused, made a mark, and succumbed here. I sniffed our their spirits as I silently scurried from floor to floor, longing for discourse with a gone possession of smoking caterpillars."
Audrey's Door by Sarah Langan (2009)
The Borrower by Rebecca Makkai (2011)
"These are the settings and main characters. We are nestled into our beanbags: let us begin. (Where's Papa going with that ax?" said Fern.)"More quotes I love:
"[Loraine Best, the head librarian] came downstairs some Fridays just to smile and nod at the mothers as they dropped them off, as if she had some hand in Chapter Book Hour. As if her reading three minutes of Green Eggs and Ham wouldn't make half the children cry and the others raise their hands to ask if she was a good witch or a bad witch."And of course:
"..and there were at least three stacks of books I personally loathed but held onto just in case someone asked me to loan them ....I'd hate to have to say that I knew the perfect book, but I'd just given it away. Not that people often asked. But once in a while my landlord, Tim, or his partner, Lenny, would invite themselves in to peruse the stacks and ask the world's best question: 'Hey, what do you think I should read?' It was nice to be prepared."A little librarian fun:
"Once a year all the librarians in the county wedged themselves into high heels, tried to pull the cat hair off their sweaters with masking tape, and smeared their lips with an awful tomato red that had gone stale in its tube, all to convince the benefit set of the greater Hannibal region that libraries do better with chairs and books and money."(See also chapter 8 for "If You Give a Librarian a Closet.")
"I am the mortal at the end of this story. I am the monster at the end of this book. I'm left here alone to figure it all out, and I can't quite. How do I catalogue it all? What sticker do I put on the spine? Ian once suggested that in addition to the mystery stickers and the sci-fi and animal ones, there should be special stickers for books with happy endings, books with sad endings, books that will trick you into reading the next in the series."
The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks by Rebecca Skloot (2010)
Gimme Shelter by Mary Elizabeth Williams (2009)
Creating Magic by Lee Cockerell (2008)
My Antonia by Willa Cather (1918)
"The pale, cold light of the winter sunset did not beautify--it was like the light of truth itself. When the smoky clouds hung low in the west and the red sun when down behind them, leaving a pink flush on the snowy roofs and the blue drifts, then the wind sprang up afresh, with a kind of bitter song, as if it said: 'This is reality, whether you like it or not. All those frivolities of summer, the light and shadow, the living mask of green that trembled over everything, they were lies, and this is what was underneath. This is the truth.' It was as if we were being punished for loving the loveliness of summer."And from Jim's irrepressible friend Lena:
"Well, it's mainly because I don't want a husband. Men are all right for friends, but as soon as you marry them they turn into cranky old fathers, even the wild ones. They begin to tell you what's sensible and what's foolish, and want you to stick at home all the time. I prefer to be foolish when I feel like it, and be accountable to nobody."Yeah!
The Loving Dead by Amelia Beamer (2010)
You Say More Than You Think by Janine Driver (2010)
Nancy's Theory of Style by Grace Coopersmith (2010)
Nancy is a party planner, living apart from her husband in San Francisco while they work out their marriage. As she's getting her company off the ground, her errant cousin swoops in and drops off her child for Nancy to look after. Nancy also hires a fabulous British gay assistant. The characterization in this book is amazing. Quirky but well written characters abound like the elderly neighbor who calls Nancy "Girl Carrington." Even the family members we don't meet are intriguing. Not just charming, these characters are SO well drawn. Nancy has a penchant for fun wordplay and the charm of Auntie Mame. So very good, but it could never be turned into a movie--it would never translate. It's all in the writing. Yay books!
Stuff by Randy O. Frost and Gail Steketee (2010)
My Life Uncovered by Lynn Isenberg (2003)
Where to start? Whew, this is some bad chick lit. Okay, plot: Chick is a screen writer, well, she wrote one screenplay and no one will produce it, so she starts writing adult films and her career takes off. And some other stuff happens, but not much. I read half and skipped to the end. Trust me, nothing happens. What makes this book so bad? First of all, I've seldom read such clunky dialogue. Filled with clumsy exposition and long speeches, this is so remotely not how people talk. Oh, and in case you were wondering what her original, legit screenplay was about?
This book is abysmally written. In addition to the clunky dialogue and awkward exposition, she loves her some adverbs and has a knack for turning such a bewildering phrase that I wondered if perhaps English was not her first, or even second, language. She has literally no character development and after reading half the book, I could barely tell the characters apart. Clearly this is why there's a character list in the front of the book. The author also seems to have an odd sense of how things work in the real world. I don't care how great a writer this chick is, if the adult film producer generally pays $500 for a script and he pays her $3500, there's something really wack there. Especially since she's had nothing produced. Plus, allegedly the character had worked at an agency for three years and she's never heard the term "units" (used in a video context)? Weird.
But what's REALLY weird is the content of this book. Chick lit is about chicks, for chicks, written by chicks, right? After reading (half) this book, I think Lynn Isenberg is a man, baby, and an old one at that, who lacks any insight into the female mind. Example A: She refers to the naked women in the posters lining the adult film producer's office as "stacked." I've never heard a woman use that phrase (nor a man, for that matter, after 1964). Example B: Dressing to go to a party, "I sift through my wardrobe trying to compose a hot outfit I can put together in a hurry—I know, the black Tara Jarmon pantsuit with a sheer top, a charcoal leather duster and black leather calf-high boots that Bennett gave me last year." If that's not convincing enough, a few weeks later she dresses for a party in her go-anywhere black cocktail dress and black loafers. Loafers! And it's not like being fashion-challenged is part of her personality. Everyone thinks she's wonderful and beautiful, so clearly that's just some wrong writing. Example C: She writes a film for the adult film industry that centers on two girls who are dating until one decides she wants to be heterosexual and the other hires a guy to date her and dump her so she'll come back to her. Not only was this already a movie (Three of Hearts, I think, and there might be a Baldwin in it), but the vast majority of the movie centers on girl on girl action. Not only that, but when our heroine goes to Victoria's Secret to watch her sister try on lingerie for her wedding (??), the adult film star (female) and her girlfriend get busy in the next stall, while our heroine listens in. Then, she meets a film producer (female) who invites her to dinner and hits on her in a big way. "And then my mind races with competing thoughts, emotions and questions that go something like this: 'Oh my God, a woman is kissing me.' 'Hmmm, I can't believe how nice it feels.' "What am I doing? I'm not gay!' 'This is wrong for me.' 'God, I miss the arms of a man, a man who loves me.' 'What is the meaning of this?'"
It goes on for quite a while in that fashion and women keep coming on to her. Then she goes on blind dates with men and acts sex-crazed and licentious and actually scares them away. She's on a first date with a guy at Cirque du Soleil and can't understand why he drops her off right after the show. After all, "during the entire performance I whispered to him how I couldn't wait to duplicate all those contortions for him in bed." On a first date! Who behaves like this? (A man's fantasy, that's who.) Her second date is with some guy who she goes to see sculptures with "where I couldn't help but see, and express, something sexual in every object we looked at." He runs away, though clearly, this is another's man's (the author!) fantasy.
But anyway, this is supposed to be chick lit and the guy she ends up with isn't even introduced until more than halfway through the book. The author spends no time on him, seemingly only including him at the end because someone reminded the author that this is supposed to be chick lit. Whew! This book sucked. It's amazing that stuff like this gets published. Red Dress Ink should really stick to importing Brit chick lit.
"My college summers were spent as a podiatric assistant in my dad's, Walt's, officer where I had come to adore Lily. During her ritual footbaths, I came to understand the sacrifices she made in her life, the dreams lost in self-recrimination and the vast love gained in the sweet solitude of surrender. I was deeply touched by her story, steeped in loss and self-renewal."And the old chick tells writer chick to tell her story. What story? Plot much?
This book is abysmally written. In addition to the clunky dialogue and awkward exposition, she loves her some adverbs and has a knack for turning such a bewildering phrase that I wondered if perhaps English was not her first, or even second, language. She has literally no character development and after reading half the book, I could barely tell the characters apart. Clearly this is why there's a character list in the front of the book. The author also seems to have an odd sense of how things work in the real world. I don't care how great a writer this chick is, if the adult film producer generally pays $500 for a script and he pays her $3500, there's something really wack there. Especially since she's had nothing produced. Plus, allegedly the character had worked at an agency for three years and she's never heard the term "units" (used in a video context)? Weird.
But what's REALLY weird is the content of this book. Chick lit is about chicks, for chicks, written by chicks, right? After reading (half) this book, I think Lynn Isenberg is a man, baby, and an old one at that, who lacks any insight into the female mind. Example A: She refers to the naked women in the posters lining the adult film producer's office as "stacked." I've never heard a woman use that phrase (nor a man, for that matter, after 1964). Example B: Dressing to go to a party, "I sift through my wardrobe trying to compose a hot outfit I can put together in a hurry—I know, the black Tara Jarmon pantsuit with a sheer top, a charcoal leather duster and black leather calf-high boots that Bennett gave me last year." If that's not convincing enough, a few weeks later she dresses for a party in her go-anywhere black cocktail dress and black loafers. Loafers! And it's not like being fashion-challenged is part of her personality. Everyone thinks she's wonderful and beautiful, so clearly that's just some wrong writing. Example C: She writes a film for the adult film industry that centers on two girls who are dating until one decides she wants to be heterosexual and the other hires a guy to date her and dump her so she'll come back to her. Not only was this already a movie (Three of Hearts, I think, and there might be a Baldwin in it), but the vast majority of the movie centers on girl on girl action. Not only that, but when our heroine goes to Victoria's Secret to watch her sister try on lingerie for her wedding (??), the adult film star (female) and her girlfriend get busy in the next stall, while our heroine listens in. Then, she meets a film producer (female) who invites her to dinner and hits on her in a big way. "And then my mind races with competing thoughts, emotions and questions that go something like this: 'Oh my God, a woman is kissing me.' 'Hmmm, I can't believe how nice it feels.' "What am I doing? I'm not gay!' 'This is wrong for me.' 'God, I miss the arms of a man, a man who loves me.' 'What is the meaning of this?'"
It goes on for quite a while in that fashion and women keep coming on to her. Then she goes on blind dates with men and acts sex-crazed and licentious and actually scares them away. She's on a first date with a guy at Cirque du Soleil and can't understand why he drops her off right after the show. After all, "during the entire performance I whispered to him how I couldn't wait to duplicate all those contortions for him in bed." On a first date! Who behaves like this? (A man's fantasy, that's who.) Her second date is with some guy who she goes to see sculptures with "where I couldn't help but see, and express, something sexual in every object we looked at." He runs away, though clearly, this is another's man's (the author!) fantasy.
But anyway, this is supposed to be chick lit and the guy she ends up with isn't even introduced until more than halfway through the book. The author spends no time on him, seemingly only including him at the end because someone reminded the author that this is supposed to be chick lit. Whew! This book sucked. It's amazing that stuff like this gets published. Red Dress Ink should really stick to importing Brit chick lit.
One Day by David Nicholls (2001)
Girl, 15, Charming But Insane by Sue Limb (2004)
“Unfortunately she met her mum by the gate, and she could tell by her face that Mum had had one of those days. Occasionally people came into the library and peed, pooed, or got drunk and starting shouting abuse. Drunks and vagrants went to sleep in the reference section. Once a very old man who lived on the streets had died on the Oxford English Dictionary. You might think that being a librarian would be a quiet, cushy job, but sometimes it seemed that the library was really a nightmarish extension of the mean streets and that librarians were just cops and paramedics disguised in tweedy cardigans and long dangly parrot earrings from the charity shop.”
Magic or Madness by Justine Larbalestier (2005)
Tuscany for Beginners by Imogen Edwards-Jones (2004)
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