See, I Read!
While I only made it to the beach one time, I did manage to squeeze in a few beach reads. But not your typical chicklit by Jennifer Weiner or Sophie Kinsella or Lauren Weisberger or Candace Bushnell. (Not that there’s anything wrong with that.)
And I didn't swipe a single virtual page on a Kindle, or Nook, or iPad. I went old school and bought actual books.
Well, I’ve been on this non-fiction kick the last few years -- with the exception of my vampire infatuation, which I think is now cured. To be honest, I don’t read as much as I should (I burned out loooong ago when I worked in book publishing and had to read 2 books per week). When I DO read I plow through a few at a time. I guess you could call me a binge reader.
Then, my eyes get tired and I go back to my first love: TV.
Anyway, fluffy summer romance wasn’t really where my head was at. At ALL. But my life definitely influenced my reading list. First up was a book that took me back to my youth, when matters of the heart were far simpler…
LOVED THIS AS MUCH AS: But Enough About Me by Jancee Dunn
Once I got my appetite back (I lost about 20lbs following my breakup, mainly because I was so sick to my stomach I couldn’t eat), I decided I needed to start reading about food and stop eating it…
The Man Who Ate the World: In Search of the Perfect Dinner
By Jay Rayner
IN A NUTSHELL: An arrogant but charming British restaurant critic explores the haute cuisine scene from Vegas to Paris (via Moscow, Dubai, Tokyo, NY, and London). This guy gets paid to eat. You want to hate him. But you don’t. Even when he racks up a $2000 dinner tab at a 3-star Michelin restaurant in Paris (just one of the SEVEN he visited during his week in the City of Lights). His writing is so vivid, it should come with a snack, and he’s witty enough (especially when he’s had a bad meal) that you should take care not to shoot that snack out your nose.
FITS IN PERFECTLY WITH: Kitchen Confidential by Anthony Bourdain and Waiter Rant by Steve Dublanica
Finally, I began reading Eat, Pray, Love (which has been sitting on my bookshelf for about 4 years) because even though she was the dumper and not the dumpee, I could relate to the desire to disappear for a year. But it was too schmaltzy. That’s when I found its unsentimental counterpart…
Drink, Play, F@#k: One Man’s Search for Anything Across Ireland, Las Vegas and Thailand
By Andrew Gottlieb
IN A NUTSHELL: This one’s fiction, but it’s a parody of a true story. And it’s about as deep as a puddle, but that’s what I liked about it. Unfortunately, it’s pretty tame, given the awesome title’s promise. I was looking to live vicariously through a scorned dude as he boozes, gambles, and screws his breakup blues away (especially since I’m pretty tame and have done exactly none of those things myself). What I got was a lukewarm adventure. Lite beer dressed as stout. All foreplay, no happy ending. Except for the actual happy ending where he meets his future ex-wife. I mean, new girlfriend. Blech.
MADE ME WISH I WAS READING: Are You There Vodka, It’s Me, Chelsea by Chelsea Handler
As I type this, I’m lying in bed strapped to a heating pad because I hurt my back. Again. Somehow, I was able to move tons of boxes THREE times without incident. But reaching down to help my mom move her seat in a rental car on Sunday pushed me over the edge. I think that’s summer’s final FU. Message delivered -- a cruel summer indeed.
So, any other reading to recommend? Hurry up and tell me before my back gets better and the fall TV shows start!