I'm slowly making my way through the entire book aisle at Target. It's sad but true. When my kids have thrown one too many cordless phones in the toilet and I want to get away for a few minutes, I keep ending up pushing a cart around Target buying stuff I don't technically need. This generally includes a few books. And generally it's chick lit. Many years ago I read romance novels. But they got formulaic pretty quick. So then I read mysteries and thrillers. But I noticed several years ago that they were making me paranoid. Murder mysteries before bed combined with too much Law & Order: SVU and I was obsessively locking doors and hearing weird noises at night. I swore off SVU, too. Although I blame that on a particularly heinous episode several years ago.
At any rate, because I make all my book purchases at Target, I end up with a lot of bestsellers. Which is fine. I guess. Except I'm starting to feel very blah about them. Which makes me start to feel intellectually like one great big blah. I just finished Best Friends by Martha Moody. It was okay. I think it was the fact that it was about lifelong friends that made me buy it. The two girls met on the first day of college. They remain best friends for several decades despite living cross country from each other. I think I wanted to live vicariously through the book and have that sort of lifelong friend. Since having children, I've discovered I'm above average terrible at keeping up with friends. Not that I was great before kids either. But I'm terrible now. Emails take two minutes but I still seem to not find the two minutes. I have a hundred and one excuses for not making phone calls.
One of the girls in the book is a doctor. She's also a single mother. She finds time to fly across country several times a year. This baffles me. Much like it baffled me that the daughter took so long to ask what kind of magazines her dad publishes. Someone says to me, "I'm a magazine distributor." I gotta tell you. My first question is, "What magazines do you distribute?" Not because I'm super nosy. I'm just curious if I read any of them. But maybe that's just me.
So I'm glad that book is done. Mostly because I'm reading Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini next. Not only is it not chick lit it's not even written by a girl. I'm not sure I'll be able to handle it but I've heard it's very good so I'm excited to try.