I just finished Jennifer Weiner's In Her Shoes. I read her first novel a few weeks ago (Good In Bed) and loved them both. Maybe it's the smart, cool, pretty and not size 6 main characters. I cried a few times while reading it. The missing their dead mom scenes and the wedding scenes were really resonant for me. As my Mom has only been gone 15 months, that obviously makes sense. But I'm a tad bewildered at the wedding scenes. The same thing happened when I went to see Sweet Home Alabama (which I went to alone beacuse no one would come with). It isn't like I typically cry at real weddings, or am even all that emotionally effected by them at all. However in fiction, I fall right apart. With the Reese Witherspoon movie, it was the proposal scene that actually did me in. Besides the whole little blue box fantasy, I think I might just be a sucker for old fashioned, over the top, technicolor movie moment romance. I've had many moments in my life that were so movie like, one would think they were staged. Exhibit A being when I tried to convince my friend J that she really didn't want to leave NYC and took her out and about so she would know what amazingness she was leaving. I don't recall whatelse we did that day, but I still had a car and she had never had a frozzzzen hot chocolate from Serendipity (I would have put a link here but their site seems to be down). It was early spring and a gorgeous day. We could not find parking anywhere and I can not figure out why we didn't just order "to go." But I somehow convinced them to give us full table service on the roof of my car. So, we sat up there illegally parked on 60th street and the waiter and the busboy were thrilled to get outside. It was amazing. It was insane and totally typical of me at that time in my life. I was the kind of person that magic seemed to just happen around. Fun, outrageous and totally unpredictable. But somehow that never really figures into my lovelife. Except for my wild and promiscuous years. But even that was more like porn than Disney. I shifted from teen angst, to single girl in the big city to porn to a life no longer worthy of a cliched movie genre.

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