Sure I can sink my teeth into the chick lit, particularly when the summer comes around – sometimes I simply just want junk food for literature. But I’ll divulge, gorging my self-reading of too many female writers in a row sometimes do give me vague vaginal overdose. My tenderness towards dude-lit are the flawless counterpoint to the balance.
Are you a stupendous fan of Jonathan Tropper? If not, you should be! I’ve read all of his books and am now anxiously (almost munching on my cuticles) waiting for his next one. If you are a J.T. newbie, I would start with How to Talk to a Widower. Then there is the godfather of dude-lit—Nick Hornby. I’ve read all of his books as well over the years, although I felt that Mr. Hornby’s last book, Juliet Naked, was heart-achingly disappointing. I also have deep affection towards Jess Walter’s The Financial Lives of Poets which is an unsettlingly resemblance to the cult hit series from AMC’s The Breaking Bad.
I just saw the trailer for one of my very own favorite summers reads, One Day by David Nicholls, that I read last summer and fell head over heels for. Please read this book before it hits the theaters near you in couple of weeks, especially if you are in the mood for a story of heartfelt romance. Escape to London in the 80’s, witness the romance in the point of view of man-boy who learns to love, grow up while in process you are with them, laughing, and yes, dripping with tears. I confess the ending was written in haste, but if you want to, follow the journey of these two souls – from their drunken college dorm room nights to changing diapers – finding love no matter how long it takes—it’s a sobbing, jolly good read mate!