Wait a second...I’m in America, right?
Sorry, but only for a second I believed I wasn’t umpteenth-generation Irish-whatever mix and was a bloody Brit!
Only, would they call themselves “bloody”?
I deem that now is the time for intervention. That I’ve stepped over the line. That I’ve become addicted.
I’m addicted to bloody British chick-lit novels!!!
Let me fill you in…
There is always some tragic heroine. One that comes from a broken home or whose father doesn’t love her the way a father should. (Okay, let me say right here that with a dad who grew up in east Texas, I could step right in.) Or whose mother had her (slightly audible gasp!) out of wedlock. Or when she was a hippie. Or (straight from the annals of MY hometown), when she was drunk on Boone’s Farm and had never even SMELLED alcohol before.
Enter next the Proverbial BASTARD. Every story has one.
He cheated, he lied. He slept with her best friend.
And she never got over it.
Stage left, slight hesitation before entering...the newly-discovered Sensitive Man.
Like that even exists. (Okay, so it does for some. But back to the average twenty-to-thirty-something woman.)
She moves on. Finds a daunting career. (Or in the very least, a means to her end – shopping.)
She gathers like-minded ascerbic friends. Ones who have a caustic tongue. And ones who, like her, are lamenting their “Singleton” status yet one more Saturday night.
Enough already!
Having just finished “Last Chance Saloon” by perhaps my favorite chick-lit author, Marion Keyes (a fellow Irishwoman a few less times removed), I give up.
No wonder my love life sucks! Where did the rest of the characters go?
Where is Katherine of Katherine-with-a-K? And why, at the end of the novel, did she so succinctly shed her stoic (not a fan of alliteration, I promise!) character and become some love-struck teen with no recollection of her past? Or why, when it did sneak up and bite her in the proverbial ass, did she do exactly what it was I feared she would do?
Why did Tara suddenly lose weight and become such an It-girl?
Why did Liv want to marry the Irish lad with a penchant for overalls, at least until she got ahold of him?
And why did poor Fintan have to become “ill” with such a life-threatening disease for all of them to FINALLY wake up?!
(P.S.: And why on earth am I using such phrases as “It-girl”?)
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