My sister just read, then mailed to me, her copy of Tori Spelling's memoir - sTori Telling.
It wasn't what my 11th Grade English teacher would have called "Capital 'L' literature", but it was a fun, easy read. I finished it in a night. I read fast, and this went down like cotton candy.
Earlier in the week, I finished God's Harvard by Hanna Rosin - a Washington Post reporter who spent a year at Patrick Henry College - a haven for homeschooled kids who want to pursue a life in politics. It was a good read - basically, she fleshed out an article that first appeared in the New Yorker in 2005. Good stuff.
I like chick lit pretty well - Matt calls them "leg and shoe books" - which is to say, most chick lit has a picture of a woman's legs and/or a pair of expensive shoes on the cover. He's right about that - I'm not sure what that means. My most expensive shoes are my Birkenstocks.
Also, another sign of the times - these days, you can't buy a straightforward trashy romance novel where single woman meets single man who is initially a cad but somehow redeems himself, they have hot sex and fall madly in love.
These days, romance novels seem to involve kids - no, not pedophilia, but titles like, "A Daddy for My Twins". This time, the heroine finds herself with two kids, no daddy, and a man who is initially a cad but then saves the twins from a harrowing ferris wheel accident, beds their mama and they all live happily ever after.
Or so I'd assume. I haven't bought a Harlequin in about a decade (when I met Matt) - the last one I got was about a rich doctor and a poor nurse who bickered at work and made up in bed. Sure, there were a few plot twists, but you get the gist.
As chick lit goes, one of my favorites is exceedingly Old School - Little Women - which I read on a plane from Paris to Atlanta back in 1998 - I leave it around to pick up and enjoy at random. I identify with Jo - as do a lot of women, based on conversations I've had over the years.
I'm always looking for a good read. Time constraints tend to limit me to magazines, but I'll read just about anything.
It wasn't what my 11th Grade English teacher would have called "Capital 'L' literature", but it was a fun, easy read. I finished it in a night. I read fast, and this went down like cotton candy.
Earlier in the week, I finished God's Harvard by Hanna Rosin - a Washington Post reporter who spent a year at Patrick Henry College - a haven for homeschooled kids who want to pursue a life in politics. It was a good read - basically, she fleshed out an article that first appeared in the New Yorker in 2005. Good stuff.
I like chick lit pretty well - Matt calls them "leg and shoe books" - which is to say, most chick lit has a picture of a woman's legs and/or a pair of expensive shoes on the cover. He's right about that - I'm not sure what that means. My most expensive shoes are my Birkenstocks.
Also, another sign of the times - these days, you can't buy a straightforward trashy romance novel where single woman meets single man who is initially a cad but somehow redeems himself, they have hot sex and fall madly in love.
These days, romance novels seem to involve kids - no, not pedophilia, but titles like, "A Daddy for My Twins". This time, the heroine finds herself with two kids, no daddy, and a man who is initially a cad but then saves the twins from a harrowing ferris wheel accident, beds their mama and they all live happily ever after.
Or so I'd assume. I haven't bought a Harlequin in about a decade (when I met Matt) - the last one I got was about a rich doctor and a poor nurse who bickered at work and made up in bed. Sure, there were a few plot twists, but you get the gist.
As chick lit goes, one of my favorites is exceedingly Old School - Little Women - which I read on a plane from Paris to Atlanta back in 1998 - I leave it around to pick up and enjoy at random. I identify with Jo - as do a lot of women, based on conversations I've had over the years.
I'm always looking for a good read. Time constraints tend to limit me to magazines, but I'll read just about anything.
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