Monday, December 26, 2011
Book Report: The Christmas Cookie Club by Ann Pearlman
But these problems, as it turned out, were just a little too serious. So much so that I probably should've stuck with a nice glossy copy of InStyle. Readers, this Christmas caper was grim.
I don't know about you, but I don't want to hear about stillborn babies and twentysomething men plummeting to their deaths in my seasonal stories. Or, actually, ever. I know these things happen - but I'd rather not know about them, much less within the gilded confines of supposedly fluffy fiction. Although I appreciate the occasional tearjerker, the thing I crave most from a novel is a frothy escape.
Whew. I unleashed more of my inner mean girl there than I meant to. Thankfully, I got a ton of really excellent books for Christmas, so my next book report is sure to be sunnier.