i never give up on a book.
especially a book that i was into for 148 pages.
but i just wasn't into it.
i love allison pearson.
i loved 'i don't know how she does it.'
i've actually read it twice.
i bought a used copy for 1.00
so you can imagine how excited i was to reserve this at the library.
and even more excited when it was my turn last thursday to borrow
for the next 14 days.
i jumped in.
i maybe was to eager.
i maybe expected too much.
i maybe was disappointed that it wasn't a follow up to her first novel.
i maybe just didn't get it because i never had a poster of david cassidy hanging in my room.
i maybe just didn't connect because i don't have a teenage daughter.
i kept treading water.
i kept hoping the current would pick me up and carry me away.
i kept waiting for that sunsoaked exhausted feeling after a glorious day at the beach doing nothing.
and it came.
slowly but in the size of a multicolored touring bus.
slowly but in the form of a full circle.
slowly but with the feeling of the last missing puzzle piece put into place.
i finished this book with tvland playing 'i dream of jeannie' in the background.
(a separate blog post to explain this.)
i finished this book the day after i had to explain to nathan who 'the fonz' was.
(remember phoebes doctor when she was delivering her brothers triplets?)
i finished this book after the six million dollar man was on oprah.
(yikes - he has less wrinkles now than when he was being rebuilt)
i finished this book because david cassidy got voted off the apprentice this week
by donald trump & i just could hit the guy when he was already down.
its the perfect read if you love velvet jumpsuits, screaming teenage girls & overprotecting moms.
