The first book of Candace’s that I ever picked up was Lipstick Jungle and I didn’t like it. I can’t remember why at the moment, but I do remember that I just couldn’t get into it and I was so dissapointed. After all, I was a huge fan of Sex and the City the series, and that was the book I really wanted to read, but our library didn’t have it.
So I got Lipstick Jungle. And didn’t like it. Or at least, didn’t like it enough at the time to be able to get into it. So, I returned it, largely unread.
Over the years I’ve become a bit of a junkie when it comes to certain authors. If I like an author, I will read as much of their stuff as I can get. I also have a bad habit of heading out whenever our town does the big used book sales (all the books a plastic grocery bag can hold for about $12!!) and grabbing stuff that catches my eye, or rare finds of books I remember loving, but have yet to own.
My daughter does this too, which is why this past Christmas, knowing how much I had loved the series, she gave me two Candace Bushnell books: The Carrie Diaries and One Fifth Avenue.
I know, I know, the Carrie Diaries is now a new TV series (which I have not watched). I can’t fathom any actress playing Carrie besides Sarah Jessica Parker and so I don’t watch it. In my brain, it does not compute. Kind of like how you lock certain actors into certain characters and when they bring in someone new, it feels a little bit like an insult. (remember Roseanne and the *new Becky*? I’m sure Sarah Chalke is nice and I loved her in other shows, but she was NOT Becky)
Anyway, last night, after staring at my bookshelf for a little bit, I decided to give The Carrie Diaries a shot.
I loved it.
I finished it this morning and immediately ran to grab One Fifth Avenue.
I don’t know what it was about Lipstick Jungle way back then that didn’t grab me, and obviously I’m going to have to give it another shot, and, I still haven’t ever read the book Sex and the City (reading bucket list) but I will get my hands on it someday.
The Carrie Diaries brought me right back to high school. With the mean girls and the awesome friends, the struggle to be somehow finding yourself without drifting too far away from what all your friends think you are, the desire to find a boy, date a boy, keep a boy, all that good stuff. It was fantastic. It didn’t hurt either that at the end we find Carrie, finally in New York City, phoning Samantha Jones for the very first time. It felt like I had gone back into the memories of a character I already knew and loved.
Which is, of course, the mark of a very good writer.
Speaking of which…
My oldest daughter is absolutely smitten with Lisa McMann, young adult author. She was in London over the weekend and picked up her new book, which of course got the two of us talking about her series Wake, Fade, Gone. I asked her to re-borrow the books and read them all again in the space of six hours on Saturday night/Sunday morning. Sometimes a really great book (or series of books) needs a second, third or more go over. Another mark of a very good writer.
I love books. Sigh.
What are you reading??
If you want a *really* good and totally hilarious quick read for the day, go over to www.brittanyherself.com and read her post about the difference between erotic fiction and real life. I swear to god I laughed so loud, so long and so hard, my body almost betrayed me and made me pee a little.