{I am really liking Crimson, by the way, but honestly-- it would be a miracle for a book that is almost a thousand pages to hold my attention {non-stop} the entire way through. So, I've read a few books while reading Crimson, and now I've decided to read a few books instead of reading Crimson... then I'll be ready to head back into it full force.}
Okay, back to my story. So I was perusing the aisles at the book store when the title {Size 12, in case you forgot} caught my eye. I tried to put it back, but just couldn't. I really wanted something pretty brainless to veg out to. It's been awhile since I've read one of those easy, lose yourself in them, better-than-fries-and-with-a-milkshake books. Well, maybe not better than, but just as good as. So, I walked confidently up to the cash register {really, who cares what that I'm buying a book that's title is embarrassing, right? I'm 30 years old.. time to grow up}, placed the gift books on the counter as well as Size 12, and told the man behind the counter that I would indeed need gift receipts for all the books please. OK, so I'll never buy embarrassing books without either ordering them from Amazon or buying them "for a friend" and getting a gift receipt. Kuddos to you brave souls who can.
So, I opened Size 12 yesterday and have not stopped reading since - unless I need to be doing something else. Like going to the bathroom, for example. Which I've taken to holding for as long as I can so I don't have to put the book down. Or even leaving the house for plans I have, and {seriously} considering whether I should bring the book along just in case I have a chance to read a few pages {I was heading out for a party, by the way... no instances of book reading would have been appropriate - even for me}.
What is the premise of this book? Good question. Heather Wells, residence hall assistant director, gets involved in solving the mystery of the murders of two freshman girls in the residence hall she works at in New York City. While I am THE world's most ridiculous scaredy-cat, this book has not frightened me in the least. Which is weird, because the murders are kind of creepy... but the author writes in such a light, funny way that it doesn't bother me at all. And, in fact, I am really into the mystery. Which, with only about 50 pages {ok maybe a little more than 50 pages} left, I think I have it figured out... but I'm not positive. Which is funny because I'm usually the person who reads the book {or watches the movie} and has it figured out about half way in. Not to say that this book is going to win any crazy awards for writing and mystery plot, but it should. It should win the So-Damn-Entertaining-That-I-Hold-My-Pee-Because-I-Don't-Want-to-Stop-Reading Award. And that's an award an author can be proud of. So, it's a treat to read something fun like this that has me wondering if I should go buy the sequel before I'm finished with the first so I don't get have an {in my head, of course, not out loud} tantrum that I can't finish the series until the book store opens. Unless, of course, it is on my Kindle {note to self: check on that immediately after finishing this post}.
To end, this heroine is a likeable, not entirely ridiculous character, which is something I look for in chick-lit because I'm over the protagonists who make me want to slap them silly. The plot moves along at a brisk pace and the reader is not bogged down with heady or boring back story. It is the perfect book for a long plane ride or a day at the beach {or a night when the only break you'll have to take is to get up to go to the bathroom, assuming you'll allow yourself ;)}.
Four Coconuts *** I changed this from 5 to 4 after reading the ending {a bit cheesy} but still kept my attention to the last page!
xo,
The Coconut Librarian
P.S. I've included this book in my shop, in the right hand column of this page, for those of you who prefer to order your embarrassing titles from Amazon. :)
P.P.S. Need I remind you that this is chick-lit, not Hemingway? I've seen some reviews of this book that are pretty intense, which makes me wonder if people were confused, or somehow missed the title, when buying the book. This is definitely a gold star, unputdownable chick-lit novel... enjoy accordingly. {And remember it has been rated accordingly, as well -- against other books in its own genre}.
Porn for Women...
Dining room set from Something's Gotta Give
I have a friend who says Nancy Meyers movies are porn for middle-aged, divorced women. Though I'd add a bigger demographic than she said, I knew she was onto something. I am not middle-aged, and I am not divorced, but Nancy Meyers movies are totally porn for me too. I adore them. I want to live in the houses, know the characters, have the music playing in the background non-stop. My heart a-flutters when I watch her movies... and I watch them mostly for the houses (though I also love the plots)-- she's an absolute genius at designing her sets.
Interior of Rosehill Cottage from The Holiday
Here's the thing... men are visual, we know that. But so are women. We (women) may not all be wired the same way and get our joy from the same things, but don't tell me that you don't have your own version of "porn" be it shoes, bags, flowers, interior design, or whatever it may be. Show me a stack of books, an English cottage decorating magazine (or pretty much any decorating magazine), flowers at the farmer's market, or the entrance to a mega-Target and my heart leaps, my blood rushes, and I am filled with euphoria. So, while typing the word porn in this post over and over makes me a bit nauseous, I hope you get my meaning.
By the way, this thought train started because I splurged and bought Perfect English Cottage (which is now available in my bookshop in the right column of this page) from the bookstore because I absolutely could not help myself. It would have been like passing up true love, and that would just be cruel.
So, spill the beans. What's your po... no, can't say it again, it ruins the pretty musings that are filling my head right now after looking at pictures of Nancy Meyers sets. What's your joy-giver (there, that's better isn't it)?