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Ladies in Lit.

According to my new favorite blog, Chick Lit is Not Dead, May is Chick Lit Month.

Umm…can I get a holla?

It was about my junior year in college when I entered the English/creative writing program at my school. It was something I held off doing, not because I didn’t like writing, just because I thought English majors were pretentious assholes who thought they were beatniks, wore berets, black turtlenecks (think Doug’s sister Judith), and snapped their fingers instead of clapping or laughing.

When I showed up for my first advanced-level English course, literary critique, my nightmares came true. Our professor, who obsessed over Lindt chocolates, asked us to go around the room and say our favorite book.

Students were rattling off the works of Aristotle and Nietzsche. I, on the other hand, was the sex-columnist for the school paper, so I often read columns and books by other sex writers. At the time, my favorite book was Chloe Does Yale by Natalie Krinsky (Yale’s first sex columnist).

I immediately felt like an outcast, but I didn’t let that stop me from loving chick lit. Now, I read all the time. I love memoirs, some fiction, true crime, biographies, and of course, romance.

So, in honor of Chick Lit Month, I thought I would share with you some of my favorite titles (in no particular order):

LIPSTICK JUNGLE BY CANDACE BUSHNELL—I’m sure this is no shocker after you all witnessed me swooning over season one on DVD…

AT FIRST SIGHT BY NICHOLAS SPARKS—Ah, I’ve read four novels by Sparks, and they are definitely a guilty pleasure. This one has a shocking ending!

MURDER AT THE ACADEMY AWARDS BY JOAN RIVERS—did you know comic Joan Rivers wrote? I found this book in a gift shop on a cruise with Buttons. It’s a murder mystery laced with celebrities and high fashion.

THE LAST SINGLE WOMAN IN AMERICA BY CINDY GUIDRY—this is the book that made me want to write a memoir. It’s absolutely hilarious.

WHY MEN LOVE BITCHES BY SHERRY ARGOV—if you’re that “nice girl” and always get screwed in dating, you must read this book! I am still learning lessons from it.

LA CANDY & SWEET LITTLE LIES BY LAUREN CONRAD—these are the first two books of a three-book series by ms. Conrad, and they are just that: candy. I just gobble them up!

THE LAST SONG BY NICHOLAS SPARKS—I saw this movie, then read the book and it was the first Sparks’ book I read. Seriously, it was so good. Emotional, but good.

ONE FIFTH AVENUE BY CANDACE BUSHNELL—last summer, I was on a mission to read all of Bushnell’s novels. This is my favorite one!

HOLLYWOOD WIVES: THE NEW GENERATION BY JACKIE COLLINS—ah, Collins, the original Chick Lit author. This was my first Collins’ novel and I loved it. Super sexy.

JULIE & JULIA BY JULIE POWELL—I saw this movie first, loved it, then read the book. They are both very different, but both good.

STRAIGHT UP & DIRTY BY STEPHANIE KLEIN—I read this book not too long ago and was literally laughing my ass off.

NIGHTS IN RODANTHE BY NICHOLAS SPARKS—I remember coming home from work one evening, cracking open this book, and drinking an entire bottle of wine. I finished the book that night, and had a nice lil buzz.

THE TIME TRAVELER’S WIFE BY AUDREY NIFFENEGGER—My mom loaned my this book, she kept saying she loved it, but it was sooooo graphic. It isn’t. It’s a wonderful read.

SEX & THE CITY BY CANDACE BUSHNELL—People often forget the fabulous television series is based on a book. And it is very, very different from the show.

CHASING HARRY WINSTON BY LAUREN WEISBURGER—from the author of The Devil Wears Prada, comes another book about fabulous, powerful women!

A WOMAN TRAPPED IN A WOMAN’S BODY BY LAUREN WEEDMAN—Gizzy loaned me this book, and it was hilarious!

LOVERS & PLAYERS BY JACKIE COLLINS—my second Collins’ book and it was just as sexy as the first.

MY HORIZONTAL LIFE BY CHELSEA HANDLER—this was Handler’s first book, released before she was popular. Each chapter is a different one night stand.

Now that you’ve seen the Chick Lit books I’ve read and loved enough to recommend, here are some that are on my current wish list…

CLEAVING: A STORY OF MARRIAGE, MEAT, AND OBSESSION BY JULIE POWELL—all I know is there’s an affair and food involved…

EAT, PRAY, LOVE: ONE WOMAN’S SEARCH FOR EVERYTHING ACROSS ITALY, INDIA AND INDONESIABY ELIZABETH GILBERT

HOW TO BE A HEPBURN IN A HILTON WORLD: THE ART OF LIVING WITH STYLE, CLASS, AND GRACE BY JORDAN CHRISTY—self explanatory.

YOU’LL NEVER BLUE BALL IN THIS TOWN AGAIN: ONE WOMAN’S PAINFULLY FUNNY QUEST TO GIVE IT UP BY HEATHER MCDONALD—she is one of the comics on Chelsea Lately and I’m curious if she can write…

OFFICIAL BOOK CLUB SELECTION: A MEMOIR ACCORDING TO KATHY GRIFFIN BY KATHY GRIFFIN

AUDITION: A MEMOIR BY BARBARA WALTERS—my grandmother loved Barbara Walters, so I’m interested to learn more about her.

AFTER ALL BY MARY TYLER MOORE

LAUREN CONRAD STYLE BY LAUREN CONRAD—love her style!

SUGAR AND SPICE BY LAUREN CONRAD—book 3!

I DO, NOW WHAT?: SECRETS, STORIES, AND ADVICE FROM A MADLY-IN-LOVE COUPLE BY GIULIANA RANCIC

IF YOU HAVE TO CRY, GO OUTSIDE: AND OTHER THINGS YOUR MOTHER NEVER TOLD YOU BY KELLY CUTRONE—I love this woman!

NORMAL GETS YOU NOWHERE BY KELLY CUTRONE

SUMMER AND THE CITY BY CANDACE BUSHNELL

TRADING UP BY CANDACE BUSHNELL

Well now that you know all my Chick Lit obsessions‚ I’ve got to know about yours! Let’s hear it…

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Lucky and Wonderland.

Well it’s back to me, living a life based on fantasy…since my real one pretty much sucks.

I’ve developed a recent, um, addiction I guess you could call it, to the movie theatre. I’ve seen four movies in a little over two weeks.

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve always liked going to the movies. But now, it’s become a crutch. It gets me out of the house, and I can go alone. Alone is something I am a lot of these days, since it seems I have no friends within a two-state radius.

So, I’ve seen all kinds of movies, drank a ton of soda, and had my fair share of buttery popcorn and boxed chocolate.

That is what started my life in fantasy world. Well, that, plus my annoying job, which has lately lead to me gazing off into nothing for at least an hour each day. I think about getting published, I think about being a famous writer, I think about becoming one of those ladies who lunch, and then I realize if I want any of that, I should use my time wisely instead of daydreaming like a damn fool.

Once I’m in my buttery chocolate coma, I fall into an amazing sleep that’s delivered a few amazing dreams the past few nights.

Dream #1: My hot ex-neighbor plays for the Cubs.

Unfortunately my hot ex-neighbor didn’t live above me at the time this blog was around. Damn that boy is so fine! Tall. Dark. Sexy. Lawyer. Semi-hippie.

Fuck.

He moved after he passed the bar. I definitely left a note on his car one afternoon inviting him to take a study break and have a drink at my bar…and he did. It was amazing. Then, I tried to give him my number, but that didn’t go over so well.

Occasionally, he’ll send me a message on Facebook and ask if I’m still living in the same place. But alas, nothing has ever come of it.

So anyway, I had this dream that he was a star player for the Cubs. His ass was looking nice in that uniform is mainly what I remember. After a game, he was hosting a party in what looked to be a high school. I was trying my damnedest to sneak in, but of course I never got any face time with him.

Even in my dreams, my dating life is disappointing.

Dream #2: One of my co-writers at the magazine was my roommate.

Thursday night, I had a dream that the sports editor asked me to move in. In my dream he was cute, and in real life he’s pretty cute, too, but he’s young…and probably thinks I’m a valley girl loser. Anyway, Gizzy came to visit me when I was moving in with this guy and she was really impressed with how he souped up my new room. It was true—two giant tvs, new furniture…

Then he walked out of the shower naked. Umm yeah…he looked nice. Gizzy and I were both doing that nervous laughter kind of thing, and he was all cute about it like, “hey this is going to happen now that we’re roomies and all…” with this little side smile thing he does.

Boys.

When I went in for my weekly meeting the next day and saw the sports editor, I immediately felt embarrassed and awkward. I’d just seen him naked…only not.

Anyway, over the weekend, I tapped into another little fantasy nugget—season one of Lipstick Jungle. Any watchers?

Last summer, I started a mission to read all of Candace Bushnell’s books. I’ve read all but one: Sex & The City, Lipstick Jungle, 4 Blondes, The Carrie Diaries, and One Fifth Avenue. All I have left is Trading Up…and the Carrie Diaries sequel which isn’t out yet (this summer!).

The book Lipstick Jungle was amazing, I definitely recommend it if you’re looking for something sexy. I never checked out the tv series when it was actually on tv, but I bought it last weekend when I was hunting for Mary Tyler Moore.

The story revolves around three high powered women, one in fashion, one in movies, and one in magazine. Needless to say, Nico, the magazine editor, is my favorite. Not to mention a very steamy affair she is having with a sexy young buck named Kirby.

Please see:

Ok, so his face, not so hot, but that’s what paper bags are for. The body, HELLS YES! Good God Almighty.

PS. When I searched for that image, I stumbled across an amazing blog I can’t wait to catch up on: Chick Lit is Not Dead.

So anyway, I’m sure I should work on a task-list of some sort to make my reality more like this fantasy world I tend to be living in. But for now, I think I’ll keep my head in the clouds…until it starts raining.

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