Wednesday, November 30, 2022
Saturday, November 26, 2022
Thursday, November 24, 2022
Okay, so this title's a bit of a stretch, even for me. But whatever family drama you've got going on today (and there's always something!), consider this: It can't be as bad as what happens in Leslie Meier's Turkey Trot Murder. Because it's all fun and games and cranberry sauce until someone falls through the ice.
So, don't fall through the ice. And have a happy Thanksgiving!
Tuesday, November 22, 2022
I've said it before, and I'll say it again: Sophie Kinsella's stories make me happy. These books are sunsets stuffed in cupcakes wrapped in rainbows. So when it was my turn to pick for the book club I'm in with my mom and sister, I went with Kinsella's latest, The Party Crasher, a quirky family dramedy with all the feels.
Twenty-six-year-old Effie Talbot is devastated by her parents' divorce. To make matters worse, her father has a sexy new girlfriend, a nightmare of a woman named Krista who's persuaded him to sell Greenoaks, the Talbots' beloved, so-ugly-it's-cute family home. Effie's older brother and sister have adopted a stiff upper lip, but stubborn and sensitive Effie is having none of it, refusing to attend Krista's farewell gala, which she wasn't exactly invited to anyway. But then Effie remembers that her cherished Russian nesting dolls are still hidden somewhere inside Greenoaks. So she decides to slip into the party incognito to find them, without any of her siblings -- or her now-famous childhood sweetheart -- seeing her. I don't have to tell you that this is a mission riddled with narrow escapes, epic eavesdropping, and surprises for everyone. Throughout it all, Effie finds out that things aren't always what they seem, forcing her to finally, maybe, grow up.
Effervescent with all the madcap humor, warmth, and spot-on character insights that ignite every Kinsella novel, The Party Crasher is plus-one perfection. I don't know how she does it, but, as always, Kinsella delivers a fun and witty confection of a story that also offers up truths about life. She just gets it.
The Party Crasher is one party you won't want to miss.
Sunday, November 20, 2022
Friday, November 18, 2022
Most people go on vacation to relax -- or at the very least sightsee. But Lucy Stone has other ideas. When she leaves Tinkers Cove, Maine for The Big Apple, it's to track down her childhood bestie Beth's killer. Which means stalking -- um, interviewing -- Beth's four ex-husbands, a motley crew that includes a crooked tycoon, a gang-member-turned-artist, a handsy chiropractor, and a cult leader. In between narrow escapes, Lucy unplugs in her Airbnb studio with a Lean Cuisine from the corner bodega. Well, except for the night she steps out of the shower to find a stranger hovering over her suitcase.
Depressing -- not to mention scary -- isn't the word. Worst of all, Lucy doesn't even tell anyone what she's up to. Her husband thinks she's just getting back in touch with her NYC roots, taking in a show or two to unwind from the daily grind of housewifery and part-time journalism. (Not that I blame her for wanting some time off from Bill; he can be a bit of a caveman.) Yet knowing that I would never do any of these things is what entertained me as I devoured Leslie Meier's twenty-fifth Lucy Stone novel, Silver Anniversary Murder. The humor hooked me too, especially this bit about the crooked tycoon:
"Even hardened New Yorkers were horrified by Beth's gruesome end, and her friends were deeply shaken, coping with guilt as well as grief. But not Jeremy, once her nearest and dearest, who was happily bopping around the city collecting awards and consorting with call girls." (124)
Because sometimes reading about characters who are different from you can be as comforting as reading about characters who are you (but with better cars and haircuts). They make you thankful that you're not squandering your hard-earned money, vacation time, and safety to play detective.
Which, I suppose, explains why I was always more of a Bess Marvin than a Nancy Drew.
Wednesday, November 16, 2022
As you know, when I'm in between new outfit pics -- or just need a laugh -- I like to post old B roll. Today is one of those days. So enjoy this quintet of quirky facial expressions from falls and winters past. Because I may not be Helen of Troy -- but if I float one boat, then I've earned by Greek yogurt.
By which, of course, I mean ice cream.🍨