Same premise as Firefly Lane, about 2 best friends only not as much depth in the characters and story line. And what the heck, we know along what is up with Dan Swansea so how is that storyline remotely interesting. Their friendship is dull and I end up not liking Val much. And the relationshi...
Enjoyable chick lit. This was a fun summer read. easy and kept my interest.
A short story of a woman (mom and consultant), Piper, who is off to Paris for a week or work only to have her husband tell her that he will not be home when she returns. In other words, he is leaving her. In this short story we see Piper deal with the problem of being the main breadwinner, of hav...
This book has been very difficult to read.. She needs to find her passion for writing again I found this book to be entertaining and funny, with some heartwarming moments.
Just read the greatest short story by Jennifer Weiner. Maureen has recently been widowed and finds a present in the attic from her late husband - an off brand GPS to help Maureen find her way now that she’s alone the world. As she’s driving to see her sister one day, the calm female voice stops...
Sometimes a person needs a light read. A fun read. A pick it up and put it down (finished in a day) read. This book is all of these things, but it also carries an important message in an accessible format. We meet many people in our lives and love many be eternal or fleeting. Regardless of t...
I know that Weiner is a good writer and storyteller, but I just never got around to picking up another of her books (or seeing that movie with Cameron Diaz) until this weekend, when I gobbled up The Guy Not Taken, a collection of short stories by Weiner.They're good, and they deal heavily with tw...
I have to say that I pretty much hated this book. I only gave it that extra star because the actual writing is pretty good. She spins a good tale, and pretty much the only person you like in the book is Janie, her best friend. Kate, the main character, is pretty much one of the most selfish pe...
Many good moments and interesting thoughts, sadly coupled with questionable drivel. The humour sometimes bordered on offensive, as seems too often the case with today's chick lit/comedy fiction.It's the story of three women. Rose Feller is a plain, conservative, bright thirty-year-old lawyer in P...
GOOD IN BED Cannie Shapiro never wanted to be famous. The smart, sharp, plus-sized reporter was perfectly happy writing about other people's lives for her local newspaper. She loves her job, her friends, her dog and her life. She has made a tenuous peace with her body and she even felt okay about...
First off, let me start off by saying I'm a big Jennifer Weiner fan. Her books are the perfect in-between books. You know, those books that are light and fluffy reads and that are perfect to read in-between serious books? That's what describes Jennifer Weiner's books.Now, "Certain Girls" is a ...
Damn, I just blew through a 400 page book in less then two days. And I actually comprehended everything, mainly cause it was a Jennifer Weiner book and I have enjoyed the past two books of her I read. So it's not really much of a surprise. Just shows you how much I did this weekend as well (nothi...
Disconnected Experience all of #1 New York Times bestselling author Jennifer Weiner’s captivating stories!Read Jennifer’s latest novel, a provocative and ultimately empowering tale of a working mother’s slide into addiction, and her struggle to find her way back up again.All Fall DownRead this ir...
. . a beach read in the classic sense.”—Philadelphia Inquirer “One of the biggest names in popular fiction.” —USA Today “An emotional and affecting story of the unlikely village that forms around the creation of one small person.” —Miami Herald “Then Came You is most centrally about women being e...
Namita said, adjusting herself on her bar stool and smoothing her tight wool pants. A guy at the pool table gave her an appreciative grin. Namita nodded back coolly, then returned her attention to Jess. “But it is. Seriously, it’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”“I’m not sure I’m going to actu...
Maisie slept in the nude, winter or summer, at ease in her body, and justifiably proud . . . but she also slept with her mouth wide open, due to an uncorrected deviated septum that Andy suspected, but had not confirmed, was the result of two separate nose jobs. Also, she snored. But she’d told hi...
Inside the cavernous, echoing, high-ceilinged chamber, I slid my credit card into the automatic ticket machine. Once it spat out three tickets, I bought a large iced coffee, two muffins (one blueberry, one corn), and the latest Us and InStyle and People. At ten-fifteen Joy and Elle and I boarded ...
They never talked about politics, and, while he’d asked her questions about Lizzie and Diana and their lives, he’d never once asked about Richard. Sylvie policed her own conversation carefully, and she didn’t think she’d ever said Richard’s name in front of Tim. My husband, she would say instead,...
Spencer took a nap after lunch. He’d stay down for at least an hour, more if I was lucky, longer, if he’d had school that morning, and Frank Junior could be counted on to entertain himself with Legos for a while, playing some complicated game he’d made up involving soldiers and rocket ships and W...
It started—as so many things do—with The Golden Girls. When I was three, my parents were driving on the Massachusetts Pike, on their way from their house in Framingham to dinner with friends in Worcester, when their station wagon hit a patch of black ice. The car skidded over the guardrail, flipp...
The woman who met me on the front lawn of the Eastwood Assisted Living Facility had her silver-gray hair in a neat bob, a high, sweet voice, and a cool, brisk handshake. She wore khakis, a sweater, and a nametag with KATHLEEN YOUNG written on it, and she led me through the doors with a bounce in ...
It had started when, in kindergarten, the music teacher had scribbled “shows promise!” beneath Jeremy’s “Satisfactory” grade in chorus. Martin and Suzanne had seized on those two words with panicked desperation. “Music,” said Martin. “Of course!” said Suzanne, and sighed deeply in relief. They’d ...