Novelist Meg Wolitzer has a thoughtful essay in yesterday’s New York Times Book Review about women’s literary fiction and how it often is unjustly relegated to “the second shelf” below books by men. She notes, however, that she is using the term “women’s fiction” to discuss “literature that happens to be written by women,” and not ”a certain [...]
Posts Tagged ‘beach books’
Summer fun fare
Posted in Fiction, Reviews, Southern Books, Thoughts on Books, Uncategorized, tagged Atlanta, beach books, Best Staged Plans, chick lit, Claire Cook, Mary Kay Andrews, Outer Banks, summer reading, Summer Rental on June 5, 2011 | 2 Comments »
Chill out with your favorite cool beverage and a new novel. It’s summer, and hey, readers wanna have fun. So do the three women in Mary Kay Andrews’ breezy Summer Rental, who used to channel Cyndi Lauper’s peppy anthem as Catholic schoolgirls in the 1980s. Now Ellis, Julia and Dorie have planned a reunion on North [...]
Reading lite
Posted in Fiction, Reviews, Southern Books, Thoughts on Books, Uncategorized, Writing and Reading, tagged 10 Beach Road, A Turn in the Road, beach books, Blossom Street, chick lit, Debbie Macomber, Fiction, Florida, road trip, summer reading, Wendy Wax on May 7, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
Toss these two novels in the beach bag to share with your mom, sisters, daughters, gal pals. Easy reading that still illuminates the ties of family and friendship. Best-selling romance writer Debbie Macomber’s eighth entry in her Blossom Street series, A Turn in the Road, takes three generations of women from Seattle to Florida on [...]
Easy, breezy summertime
Posted in Fiction, Reviews, Uncategorized, tagged Ann Brashares, beach books, chick lit, Claire Cook, Katie Fforde, Mary Kay Andrews, My Name is Memory, Seven-Year Switch, summer reading, The Fixer-Upper, Wedding Season on June 21, 2010 | 4 Comments »
Hollywood calls them rom-coms, as in romantic comedies. Publishers label them chick-lit. I’ve always thought of them as beach books, even if I’m reading them in winter. They make me think of sun and porches and peaches and girl-talk. But now it really is summer, and I’ve been downing them like pink lemonade. Jill Murray, the likeable heroine [...]


