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By Laura Dave

Well, I finally got my hands on a copy of Laura Dave’s new book The Divorce Party and I finished it in 3 hours. I had wedding #3 to attend this weekend, and I read the book en route.

Personally, I think it’s better than her first book, which I loved, but keeps with her fantastically natural writing style and relateable characters. There’s literary twists, character secrets and a Montauk backdrop that tells a story of love, betrayal and self discovery through generations.

I already gave you a synopsis of this book a few weeks ago, and now I’m telling you it’s totally worth going out and buying. Or just point and click… for the resourceful book whores.

A few times while I was reading The Divorce Party, I literally gasped and closed the book in a more movie than book moment of ” I can’t believe that just happened.” Lets hope those movie rights are around the corner. I’ll call it one of this summer’s best beach reads, but only because you can devour the whole thing in one sitting. It’s just that good.

So as I’ve admitted in many a post, I’m a book whore and I love it when I find snarky, smart young female writers I can relate to.

That said, one of my favorite books from last year was a little book by Laura Dave called London is the Best City in America. It was her first book, and I have to say for a first time writer she knows her stuff.

by Laura Dave By Laura Dave

Here’s the synopsis:

Three years ago, Emmy Everett made the painful decision to call off her engagement and leave New York City behind. Since then she has been hiding out in Rhode Island working at a bait and tackle shop and haphazardly shooting a documentary about fishermen’s wives. July 4th weekend has rolled around again and Emmy is mustering up the courage to return home to New York (the site of her own failed romance) to celebrate her brother Josh’s wedding.

En route to his bachelor party, Emmy is shocked when her typically resolute brother confesses that he is having serious doubts about getting married – and he may even be in love with another woman.

Emmy is determined to help her brother face up to this decision – the one she fled from herself. With less than twenty-four hours to go before the wedding, she takes Josh on a road trip to find this mystery woman. Along the way, Emmy embraces her own hard-earned lessons about romance, commitment and what happens when we refuse to let go of the past.

I had the pleasure of meeting Laura Dave last summer at a seminar. She is super nice, very down to earth and she’s a Red Sox fan. Ahh… the trifecta.

Her second book The Divorce Party, debuts today. I haven’t had a chance to read this yet, but if the first book is any indication of Laura Dave’s talents, this is sure to be a winner as well.

Here’s the synopsis:

On their 35th anniversary, Gwyn Huntington and her husband Thomas have invited friends and family to their Montauk home. Instead of celebrating their decades-long love, they are toasting their divorce. This also marks the weekend that their son brings home his fiancée, Maggie Mackenzie, for the first time. Maggie thought she was joining a perfect family, but she is about to reckon with some uncomfortable truths about the man she wants to marry.

A multi-generational story about what it means to share a life with someone, The Divorce Party brings us two immensely appealing women: Gwyn who is stumbling upon the end of her marriage, and Maggie, her future-daughter-in-law, who is trying to navigate the beginning of hers. With emotional candor and surprising humor, these two women find themselves trying to answer the same questions: Can you ever really know someone? When should you fight for the person you love most, and when should you begin to let him go?

Happy Spring Reading!

Hello my wonderful ladies! I am so very sorry for my very long hiatus I had to take from blogging. I do have side projects like work and graduate school…minor details. So, first off my apologies for an annoying disappearing act. I missed you!

My friend Caitlin is wonderful. She is a book whore, like me, and recently over lunch she suggested I pick up Sloane Crosley’s new book “I Was Told There’d Be Cake.” I had heard about it, living in the publishing bubble that I do, and figured I’d give it a whirl. After lunch it landed on my desk via inter-office mail with a little green post it.

“This book is hilarious. The bridesmaids are on page 141. Enjoy.”

Good friends are hard to find.

So I started reading page 141… yes at my desk, while I was at work, and seriously almost peed my pants after reading just the first sentence.

Caitlin is right. This book is hilarious and for the love of David and Amy Sedaris and all things holy GO BUY IT.

“I Was Told There’d Be Cake” is a collection of essays from Sloane Crossley, who according to her bio, has written for various publications including Playboy, Salon, the New York Times and the Village Voice. I also heard a dirty little rumor that she’s a publicist at a publishing house in New York. That may or may not be true, and is definitely irrelevant, but I digress. Her writing is FANTASTIC and seriously makes me want to kick myself for not thinking of writing it first.

Here’s a sneak peak of what you’re missing.

by Sloane Crossley

Book Cover
“There was a steady stream of electronic vibration against my desk. I watched the cell phone seizure with the unregistered display of a 617 area code. Boston? I thought, Who the hell is calling me from Boston?

‘Hi Sloane! It’s Francine,” she chirped.

I responded with the same degree of skepticism I use for people with clipboards who emply familiarity as a means to get me to sign petitions.

‘Sloane, it’s Francine.’

My mental Rolodex began to spin. Bingo. Francine Davis, Class of ’96, Latin Club President, Video yearbook, pot yes, liquor no. Wait a minute. High School? Was I beknownst to myself, one of those girls that peaked in high school and stayed friends 4evR as the backs of our yearbooks devreed we would? Sixteen-year-old me would have been flattered by this notion of female solidarity. Twenty-six-year old me was freaked out.

‘Hey there.’ I cleared my throat. ‘ How are you?’
‘I’m engaged!’
Incidentally, this is an unacceptable answer to that question.
‘Oh that’s great. Wow, it’s been so-‘
‘And,’ she continued, ‘I want you to be in my wedding.”

I was stunned. I pulled the phone away and looked quizzically at the hole-punched speaker. Aside from the blood obligation to be my sister’s maid of honor, it had never occurred to me that I would get asked to be in anyone’s wedding. I thought we had reached an understanding, the institution of marriage and I. Weddings are like the triathlon of female friendship: the Shower, the Bachelorette Party and the Main Event. It’s the Iron Woman and most people never make it through. They fall off their bikes or choke on ocean water. I figured if I valued my life, I’d stay away from weddings and they’d stay away from me.”

This is really not even close to the hilarity she brings in this book, but it’s a taste.

Sloane Crossley says it is ” her belief that people who speak of high school with a sugary fondness are bluffing away early-onset Alzheimer’s.”

But, for the purpose of this post, I admit I am totally one of those “nostalgic sugary sweet fondness of memories past” people and I know there are a good handful of people who wrote in my yearbook reading this today, but I promise I won’t ask you to be in my wedding unless you’re blood related.

It’s not all about weddings. It’s about life as a twenty-six-year-old, and really, just incredibly funny.  It will bring a smile into any very cynical day.

This is her first, and I can only hope there’s more to come. Enjoy!

By Kerry Reichs

The Best Day of Someone Else’s Life
Due out May 6, 2008

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There’s a new book due out in May that takes 27 Dresses and combines it with the wittiness of Jennifer Weiner’s characters in In Her Shoes and The Guy Not Taken: Stories, and the sassy friendships and relationship antics of Candace Bushnell’s Sex and the City and Lipstick Jungle.

I thought it was just going to be another Chick Lit book, which I’ll admit, I do like, but it sat on my bedside table for awhile before I gave in. But, it’s not half bad. Predictable? Yes. Enjoyable? You bet.

As someone who’s attended several weddings and is and will be gracing the aisle for several more, this book makes light of the nonsense you come across while planning, buying, and attending someone else’s wedding and looking for love for yourself in all the wrong places.

It’s easy to identify with the 27-year-old heroin, Kevin “Vi” Connelly, who is literally a serial wedding guest/bridesmaid and takes us through the hilarious and sometimes trivial requests of her closest friends. But she loves the romance of weddings and despite being inundated with one after another, she tries not to lose site of the real reason for it all.

This is my favorite sum up of the book from the back cover.

“Eleven weddings in eighteen months would send any sane woman either over the edge or scurrying for the altar. But as reality separates from illusion, Vi learns that letting go of someone else’s story to write your own may be harder than buying the myth, but just might help her make the right choices for herself.”

I have eleven weddings in eighteen months. I feel like this is my story too, and I can only hope it ends the same 🙂

It’s definitely worth checking out.

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