Right Before Your Eyes

ELLEN SHANMAN

Stats for my copy: Trade paperback, Delta, 2007.

How acquired: Bought.

First line: Had I not joined Parrot for dinner that night, everything would have been different.

(Goodreads synopsis below.)

My thoughts: I thought this was going to be a book along the lines of what’s often referred to as “women’s fiction”. I mean the title sounds like that’s what it will be. To my surprise, it was much more along the lines of “chick lit”. Not that there’s anything wrong with that - I’ve read and enjoyed a lot of chick lit in my day, though not recently, and it’s not something I seek out these days. But I gotta tell you, I loved this.

First off, Liza’s best friend is named Parrot. I mean, how perfect is that? No explanation of how she came to be named Parrot, or even if that is indeed her given name and not a nickname, though I believe it’s the former.

Liza is your typical chick lit heroine, and yet she’s not. She’s a playwright, though she has no career yet to speak of and supports herself temping. She’s funny, self-deprecating, everything a chick lit heroine is, and yet she’s a little deeper than many. Her aunt is a famous actress, and as much as she loves and admires her aunt she’s also a little put out that her aunt has not offered to use any of her connections to help Liza’s career move along. See, she may be a playwright, but she hasn’t actually written anything that anyone has seen.

Anyway, Liza and Parrot are at a restaurant one night where their conversation catches the attention of the preppy Wall Street Ivy League guys at the next table who snicker, then invite them to a bar. Parrot latches onto one of the guys, leaving Liza standing at the curb with another, George, and anxious to get away, she slips and wrenches her ankle. George insists on taking her to the hospital, and while sitting in the waiting room they bicker and bicker, until finally Liza is called back and George leaves. And now she meets Dr. Tim. And wow, he’s just awesome, and they have some cute banter.

Since Parrot is now dating George’s friend Kirk, George and Liza occasionally cross paths, and he’s an ass and Liza hates him. He always seems to be laughing at her, and she always seems to look like an idiot in front of him. I liked Dr. Tim, I did, but the more Liza saw of George the more I looked forward to seeing him again. I’m a big fan of bickering banter, and Liza and George were both pros at that.

“Parrot told me.” “I was afraid you were inside my head.” “Not yet. I’m not going in there unarmed.”

But it’s not all about Dr. Tim and George. There’s Liza’s career, as someone finally wants to put on one of her plays, and then a reality TV show about the theater wants to focus an episode on the director and follow him through the casting process, rewrites, etc., to the opening, but things don’t go quite as Liza expects. I guess she doesn’t watch reality TV, because who in the world would thing that’s going to end well.

I’ll stop now. I realize this book isn’t for everyone, but it was definitely for me, and I’m really sad the author apparently only wrote one other book.

Synopsis from Goodreads: Outspoken playwright Liza Weiler left Yale with everything she thought she needed to make her mark on the New York stage. So why, nearly a decade later, is she answering phones in a convent, sharing an apartment with a sanctimonious museum curator, and waiting for her “real” life to finally begin? The truth is, Liza is a little too close to the specter of failure, standing in the shadows of her legendary actress aunt and firebrand best friend, Parrot, and constantly comparing herself to any number of people who just seem braver, happier, and more sure-footed than she is.

But like any great drama, Liza’s life only needs one good twist. Which is exactly what happens when she turns her ankle on the way out of a downtown nightspot and falls into the arms, nearly simultaneously, of a suspiciously gallant Wall Street prince and a practically perfect ER doc. Suddenly Liza not only has a couple of men in her life, but her play has fallen into the hands of an uber-hip theater director. All this is pointing toward a spectacular ending, but perfection isn’t Liza’s thing. So now she’s going to discover how much of a mess she can make of a seemingly good thing...and how terrifying, slightly tragic, and utterly hilarious a little success can be.

SIZE 12 AND READY TO ROCK (Heather Wells Mysteries, Book 4)

MEG CABOT

Synopsis from Goodreads: Summer break . . . and the livin' ain't easy!

Just because the students at New York College have flown the coop doesn't mean assistant residence hall director Heather Wells can relax. Fischer Hall is busier than ever, filled with squealing thirteen- and fourteen-year-old girls attending the first ever Tania Trace Teen Rock Camp, hosted by pop sensation Tania Trace herself—who just happens to be newly married to Heather's ex-boyfriend, heartthrob Jordan Cartwright. But the real headache begins when the producer of a reality TV show starring Tania winds up dead . . . and it's clear that the star was the intended victim.

Grant Cartwright, head of Cartwright Records, wants to keep his daughter-in-law (and his highest-earning performer) alive. So he hires his oldest son, black sheep of the family and private investigator Cooper Cartwright—who just happens to be Heather's new fiancÉ. Heather should leave the detecting to Cooper. But with a dorm full of hysterical mini-divas-in-training, she can't help but get involved. And after Tania shares a really shocking secret with her, this reality suddenly becomes more dangerously real than anyone ever anticipated.

Stats for my copy: Trade paperback, William Morrow, 2012.

How acquired: Via BookCrossing.

My thoughts:  It's been awhile since I read the first three books in this series (almost four years), but I was sucked right in as if it had been yesterday. In fact, this one could probably be read and enjoyed on it's own, without having read the first three books.

Meg Cabot is a master at the snarky humor. And the first person narration just zips along, as if Heather is sitting beside you telling you her story. In fact, Cabot's breezy writing is so masterful that it didn't even hit me until literally the last page that the writing is in first person PRESENT TENSE. Seriously! My least favorite tense, and I didn't even notice for 360 pages!

Heather is such a fun heroine, and Cooper, God, I love Cooper! And I was so happy that he got more page time here than in the previous book. And I'm sad that there's only one more book after this one.  

Bridget Jones: Mad About the Boy

HELEN FIELDING

Synopsis from back cover: Fourteen years after landing Mark Darcy, Bridget Jones's life has taken her places she never expected. But despite the new challenges of single parenting, online dating, wildly morphing dress sizes, and baffingly complex remote controls, she is the same irrepressible and endearing soul we all remember – though her talent for embarrassing herself in hilarious ways has become dangerously amplified now that she has 752 Twitter followers. As Bridget navigates head lice epidemics, school-picnic humiliations, and cross-generational sex, she learns that life isn't over when you start needing reading gasses – and why one should never, ever text while drunk.

Studded with witty observations about the perils and absurdities of our times, Mad About the Boy is both outrageously comic and genuinely moving. As we watch her dealing with heartbreaking loss and rediscovering love and joy, Bridget invites us to fall for her all over again.

Stats for my copy: Trade paperback, Vintage Books, 2014.

How acquired: Book Mooch.

My thoughts: About 30 pages into this book, I was already thinking about moving on to something else. I was just really put off at first by the choppy diary entry style narrative. Although I don't remember that bothering me at all when I read the first two books some ten or twelve years ago. My first impression of Bridget in this book was that while I had grown and matured since the first two books, she had not.

I did persevere, however, and in the end I enjoyed it well enough. Once Bridget met Roxster, I became much more invested in the story, as he was a great character (aside from his ridiculous name) and I really really liked him, And while I'm not particularly a fan of older woman/younger man stories, I really liked them together. Of course it can't all be smooth sailing for Bridget, and I often winced for her and the situations she found herself in. Her kids were cute, though sometimes I wasn't sure if they were really written age appropriately. But then, it's been awhile since my kids were that age, and I'm never around young kids these days, so who knows. All of Bridget's friends from the previous books are still around, but none really stood out, except Daniel, who was just as I remembered him and made me laugh. And of course there were new characters. Bridget's run ins with Mr. Wallacker, one of her son's teachers, were increasingly funny, and I found myself intrigued by him and liking him more and more.

Halfway through I began feeling very nostalgic for the movies, and since the first one was available for streaming on Netflix I watched it one evening and quite enjoyed revisiting it. The second movie is only on DVD (well, I think it was available on Amazon but I'm not willing to pay extra to watch it), so I added it my Netflix queue and am expecting it to arrive tomorrow, and am looking forward to it.

In the end, I was pleased with how it all turned out for Bridget and her kids, but the journey to that point was sometimes a little tedious and exasperating.

One last note – I read the author's Acknowledgments in the back of the book, and I thought it was interesting that she thanked, among several other names, Colin Firth and Hugh Grant, but not Renee Zellweger, and I can't help but wonder if there's some story behind that.