women's fiction
Emily Liebert and I have been friends for 20 years, but I became a "fan" after reading her first novel You Knew Me When. Don't get me wrong, I always knew she was super talented, but I couldn't put that book down (and then tweeted her from a cross country flight from L.A. because I was too antsy to wait).
The only background I will give is this: Annabeth is a 34-year-old hopeless romantic who is still struggling to find her soul mate. She decides that rather than waiting for him to come to her, she's going to do everything she can to try to find him, including using a fictional online dating site, which is the genesis for this column.
WHAT'S HAPPENING
WHAT'S HAPPENING
On the heels of the release of my new novel, SOME WOMEN, I have a confession to make. Until two years ago, I hadn't exercised in over a decade.
I'm addicted to book review porn the way some people ogle real estate ads, vacation brochures, or the latest iPhone gadgets. When I first read the advance reviews of Jennifer Brown's debut novel, Modern Girls, I knew this was a must-read.
If you're an author with aspirations of seeing your work adapted for film or TV, people love to look at you like you're a sad puppy. "Oh, but movies are never as good as the book," they say. But is that really true? Happily, no.