I'm having trouble starting this entry because I can't stop laughing. After re-reading my entry title, I keep imagining that someone's going to read this thinking I'm wondering why I can't do the latest Cosmo position to "make my man happy..."
It's a book review, y'all.
Tonight I finished reading Good In Bed, by Jennifer Weiner. And I just want to know, why the hell haven't I written a book??
Not that I think Weiner makes it look easy (well, this whole blog is just full of Beavis & Butthead humor, isn't it? I wrote weiner. Huh huh) to write a book. But reading this one, I thought, man, that could be MY story.
Of course, my storyline would be different. But her style. It's MINE. She's witty and poignant all at once. Don't I try so desperately to be the same way? Tonight at Waldenbooks, I saw two featured displays of books written by women, probably all around my age, who write the way I think. Consider these titles: Apocalipstick, Neurotica (both Sue Margolis), Shopaholic Ties the Knot (Sophie Kinsella), Gossip Hound (Wendy Holden), Diary of A Mad Mom-to-Be (Laura Wolf). I could list witty, fun, female-readers-come-hither titles all night long.
So where's my dedication and inspiration to actually sit down and get this writing done? Any suggestions?
Oh, and the review: What a perfect curl-up-in-bed-with-a-cup-of-tea-and-chocolate-while-your-husband-watches-another-war-movie-and-your-son-sleeps book. I laughed and cried (a little) and thought about getting up to pee, but couldn't until I finished the book. It's completely a chick book and it's not going to change your life.
But it's exactly the kind of book I'd like to write someday.
Posted by Becky at July 26, 2003 01:15 AM