Jul 02

I’ve Got Your Number by Sophie Kinsella

Audio Books, Chick Lit 9

Hello Bookworms!

Sometimes I need a break from heavy reading… Or heavy-ish reading. Aw hell. Let’s be real. Sometimes I want to read a fluffy romantic comedy JUST BECAUSE. In case you’ve ever wondered if I listen to y’all when you suggest books to me, I offer today’s discussion as proof. When I admitted I hadn’t read any Sophie Kinsella books, Charleen of Cheap Thrills told me that her favorite was I’ve Got Your Number. I remembered, and I read it…finally. We’re not talking about timelines here, because that would just be embarrassing.

ivegotyournumberI listened to this book audio style, as I am wont to do, and OMG. Jane Entwistle, the narrator of the Flavia de Luce series (review) read the book to me. She is the best, I just adore her voice. The only problem I had was in the beginning when I kept expecting Flavia-isms to pop up. Once I got past expecting gleeful explanations of chemical processes, I got swept up in Poppy’s world.

Poppy Wyatt has lost her engagement ring. She was in the middle of a cocktail laden ladies’ tea when a fire alarm blares and POOF. Ring gone. Expensive family heirloom ring. GONE. Because that will impress the super intimidating academic future in-laws. While Poppy’s in the midst of panic and hovering over the hotel staff’s search, her phone is stolen. Because of course. OF COURSE. When Poppy notices an abandoned phone in a trash can, she grabs it, hoping against hope that she can use it until she can replace her own phone. She needs to have a number in case her ring turns up, right?! Unfortunately, the phone’s owner, business guru Sam Roxton, wants his phone back. Through a series of highly improbable but amusing events, Sam and Poppy’s lives become hopelessly entangled.

The premise makes absolutely no sense given the ease with which phone numbers can be ported and stolen phones can be replaced, but doggone it, this was a fun story. Really, when have romantic comedies been realistic anyway? I’m pretty shocked that I’ve Got Your Number hasn’t already been made into a movie, it has all the elements of the perfect Hollywood rom-com. Visions of Emily Blunt are dancing in my head, guys…

Let’s talk about texting, Bookworms. Are you one of those people who would rather text than talk on the phone? (Heaven knows I am!) 

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Jun 30

The Little Paris Bookshop by Nina George

Contemporary Fiction, Psychological 5

Bonjour Bookworms!

You know how deep down everyone wants to own a bookstore on a river barge? I didn’t know that was a thing I wished for either, until I read The Little Paris Bookshop by Nina George. *I received a complimentary copy of this book from the publisher via Netgalley. I pinky promise this review will be honest in spite of the freebie.*

littleparisbookshopMonsieur Perdu runs a little bookshop. In Paris. (Clever title, no?) It’s located on a river barge and he fancies himself a “literary apothecary.” He has the uncanny ability to match people with the books they emotionally need to read. Pretty cool gift, if I do say so myself. The problem with Perdu is that he’s shut himself off emotionally from the world for the past twenty years thanks to a heartbreak from which he never recovered. He never could bring himself to read his “Dear Jean” letter in all that time. Once he’s finally tempted to read the parting words of his lover, Perdu pulls up his anchor and sets off on a quest to put his tortured soul to rest.

I have mixed feelings on this book, you guys. It reminded me of a cross between The Storied Life of A. J. Fikry (review) which I loved, and The Alchemist (review) which I did not. Perdu’s business and neighbors and family were delightful. I absolutely adored the idea of literature’s healing properties and Perdu’s gift for connecting people with books. However. There was a lot of introspective soul searching, which is great, if you like that sort of thing. Unfortunately, I’m a big pragmatic cranky pants who thinks people are, in general, better off dealing with their problems with the help of therapists and/or pharmeceuticals than uprooting their lives and seeking their fortunes with half baked ideas and no preparation. I am, apparently, one thousand years old and devoid of sentiment. My apologies. If your heartstrings are less jaded than mine, The Little Paris Bookshop might be a huge win for you.

Talk to me Bookworms! Do you think subscribe to the belief that literature has healing properties?

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Jun 29

Words for Worms Rewind: Fifty Shades of Shenanigans

Rewind, Trashy Romance Novels 5

Greetings Bookworms!

I realized recently that some of my older posts somehow got dropped when I did a website migration. I’m not sure exactly how many, but there are a couple that I found particularly amusing, and thus I’m going to re-publish them. The following post was originally published in August of 2012 (one of my very first posts!) It’s about the Fifty Shades of Grey Trilogy. Since the latest installment of the series, Grey: Fifty Shades of Grey as Told by Christian, was just released, it seemed timely to revisit this post. Here goes nothing.

To quote the great Dr. Evil, “I’m hip. I’m with it.” Actually, I’m no more “hip” or “with it” than Dr. Evil and his Macarena, but even I, she of the rock dwelling, have heard of Fifty Shades of Grey by E.L. James. Like many of the socially awkward, I’m more likeable in a digital format, so I spend a decent amount of time on Facebook. Whenever a bestseller comes up as a frequent topic of conversation, I like to be able to chime in with a self-satisfied “oh yes, I already read this, here is my opinion…” So I was vexed when Fifty Shades was everywhere and I hadn’t read it. I looked up the synopsis, and it didn’t sound that intriguing, but the sheer volume of readers it had made me feel left out.

fiftyshadesHeck, even my Mom was telling me all about it. Actually, she was telling me that one of her co-workers’ husbands had taken to hiding from her because Fifty Shades had turned her into a wanton woman. A little bit of background information on Fifty Shades in case you’re still under a rockIt started out as Twilight fan fiction. Fan fiction can go in all sorts of directions, from re-writing endings to writing unauthorized sequels to just taking the beloved characters you’ve grown attached to and throwing them into an alternate universe. Fifty Shades is Edward and Bella, minus the supernatural, plus the super lustful. For every instance where Twilight was wholesome (the characters didn’t sleep together until marriage at which point Bella conceives a lethal Halfling child- a cautionary tale to the teen readers I presume), Fifty Shades is, well, unwholesome. It’s erotica.

Fifty Shades didn’t invent the genre. Steamy romance novels have been around forever. My college roommate Chrissy introduced me to them. Harlequin romance novels, to be specific. It was fun to take a break from studying to read a trashy book. It was downright hilarious to read them aloud in a group after a few cocktails. Frankly, if you need smut to inspire you to read, so be it. It may not be great literature, but you’ll improve your vocabulary (creatively!) and indulge in escapism. Win-win. So, if you read Fifty Shades of Grey and you never read anything else, I applaud you! Yay for reading! You can stop reading this blog right now, because I’m about to completely trash your favorite book.

You’re still here? Okay here goes. My problem with these books (they’re a trilogy, I read the whole thing) is not the S&M element. Well, maybe a little bit. But only because Anastasia wasn’t really sure she wanted to be doing it, but did it anyway. The coersion skeeved me out, and that’s a whole OTHER ball of wax, but let’s back burner that for a second. I’m nobody’s moral authority. Nobody else’s nocturnal activities are any of my business. My biggest problem with these books is that they send the WORST POSSIBLE MESSAGE to women about their independence.

Oh did I just get political there? Yes, I did. It makes me angry. Being a recent college (or high school, or fifty_shades_of_grey_ver5grad school or whatever) graduate is terrifying. You’re officially out of the world of academia and expected to figure out what to do with the rest of your life, find gainful employment doing so, and somehow manage to support yourself in the process. People make mistakes, they learn, they grow. But you know what never happens? A gorgeous BILLIONAIRE never falls madly in love with you and buys you a publishing company to play at while he lavishes you in finery. Also, with the amount of nookie going on in these books, I frankly can’t figure out how anyone ever slept at all. And THAT is unrealistic. Because people sleep and snore and drool and fart and that’s just LIFE, okay?!

I hate the idea that the new “ideal” man is a hunk who wants to control you to the point of dictating your eating habits. And if that weren’t enough, Ana, through her love and devotion, “FIXES” Christian’s problems. Yeah, there’s a therapist involved. But really, it’s romanticized to her being all “oh let me fix your broken psyche.” Because American women don’t fixate enough on “improving” the guys in their relationships. A single episode of daytime television will show you how well THAT works out! I’m not anti-romance. But I am anti “if I just wander around being adorable someone will come along and make all my life decisions for me so I never have to think and I’ll also get to wear designer shoes every day.” (I’ll admit it, I might be a little jealous about the shoes…) Not to mention, Ana has really low self esteem and can’t figure out why this Greek God of a man wants her. You know why she can’t believe it? Because it’s ridiculous. Even the main character has trouble suspending her disbelief in light of her situation.

Don’t be stupid ladies. If you want to read these books to indulge in a little scandal and spice, then by all means, enjoy. But for the love of Pete, don’t try to glean any life lessons from them. Please. Sorry for ranting.

PS- Is anyone else concerned about how they’re going to make this into a movie? I really can’t see how it can be done without being full pornography. There’s precious little story to go along with the spanking and shenanigans.

UPDATE: Since this post is ancient in internet time, the first movie has long since been released. Did any of y’all actually see it? How did they manage to make it viewable in standard theaters?

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Jun 25

I Don’t Know Where You Know Me From by Judy Greer

Audio Books, Humor, Memoirs 10

Hola Bookworms!

After the roaring win that was Aisha Tyler’s memoir Self-Inflicted Wounds (because audio books read by the author are the best), I thought I’d visit the memoir of Tyler’s Archerco-star (and co-star to, well, everyone) Judy Greer. You know the adorable best friend in every successful rom-com ever? That’s Judy Greer! She wrote a book called I Don’t Know What You Know Me From in which she discusses all sorts of things from her adoration of feta (she is my people) to awkward fan encounters. I’ll tell you this much, Judy, if I ever run into you, I’ll know EXACTLY where I know you from. My imaginary slumber party, obvi.

judygreerPro tip: if you’re an actress, you should DEFINITELY read your own memoir and record it so I can listen. Interviewers never ask interesting enough questions, letting Hollywood types speak for themselves ends in either delightful anecdotes or train wrecks, either of which are highly entertaining. Judy falls into the delightful anecdote camp, as I had no doubt she would.

Judy Greer is a Midwestern gal who sort of fell into acting. Since she didn’t grow up practicing her Oscar acceptance speech, she’s remarkably down-to-earth regardless of the number of A-list celebs she’s peed next to. She’s addicted to drug store cosmetics and secretly removes her Spanx in the restroom as soon as she’s finished on the red carpet. She is of the opinion that working in food service is a character building experience (with which I wholeheartedly concur) and she still has normal non-Hollywood friends. Like me.

Reasons Judy Greer should be my friend:

1. We are both Midwestern and love feta.

2. We each have a parent who originally trained to join the Catholic clergy.

3. We’ve both taken preemptive Benadryl in order to snuggle with cats. Sometimes you need to snuggle something and a dog/husband/baby isn’t available, okay?!

If you are a fan of chick flicks, you’ll certainly recognize Judy Greer and should therefore read and/or listen to I Don’t Know What You Know Me From. If you make it through without wanting to be Judy’s pal, I’ll buy you a cookie.** On that note, Bookworms, what’s your favorite romantic comedy?!

*If you find Archer amusing, you need to check out Frisky Dingo. You can thank me later. Actually, thank Hubs. This is all his fault.

**I will not actually buy you a cookie. I’m a jerk with limited funds.

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Jun 23

Top Ten Tuesday Anniversary!

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Greetings Bookworms!

Can you believe it’s been almost 3 years that I’ve been writing this blog? Time sure flies when you’re utterly ridiculous. But it’s not MY anniversary today. The Broke and the Bookish are celebrating 5 years of Top Ten Tuesday. We’ve been invited to share ten of our favorite topics from the last few years so I’m going to create a roundup of my favorite posts! Ah, memories. Let’s take a look, shall we?

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1. The Shelf of Shame: Technically the topic was to list books we just HAD to buy that are languishing on our shelves unread. This post is extra special to me because it was Freshly Pressed (back when I was hosted on WordPress.com) and it made me feel legit. Plus, I like the post. I’ve still not read a single one of the books on that list.

2. A Little More Love: Top Ten Underrated Books: A post in which I discuss my love of some books that don’t tend to make a lot of Top Ten lists. Unless I’m making the lists, of course.

3. I Want to Go to There: This was supposed to be a list of locations we’d like to visit thanks to books we’ve read. As per usual, I cheated, picked a lot of places that don’t actually exist, and went a little crazy with the photoshop.

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4. Book Blogs I Adore: It was a freebie day, so I listed some of my favorite book blogs. Are you reading these blogs? You should be.

5. Book Blogging Confessions: A post in which I unburden my soul and dish hardcore.

6. Gateway Drugs… I Mean Books: Books that got me hooked on different genres are discussed.

7. Hist-ART-ical Fiction: We were asked to list 10 books in a particular genre, and since I’d read quite a bit of historical fiction featuring works of art, I made up my own genre. Rebel, rebel.

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8. Tearjerkers: A post in which I discuss ten of the zillions of books that have made me cry. I’m a crier as a rule, so I had a lot to choose from.

9. Literary Halloween Costumes: The topic was supposed to be spooky covers or some such thing, but I like costumes and Halloween is the best. I break the rules an awful lot, don’t I?

10. Reading Rainbow: This wasn’t actually a Top Ten Tuesday topic, I just really liked the post. I read a book with a title representing every color of the rainbow. Way too much fun.

Happy Anniversary, Top Ten Tuesday! Looking forward to more lists in the future. Speaking of lists, Bookworms, are there any topics you’d like to see listed out? I am open to all the crazy.

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Jun 22

The Truth According to Us by Annie Barrows

Historical Fiction 15

Howdy Bookworms!

Remember once upon a time when we read The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society for The Fellowship of the Worms? And it was wonderful? Well. I was browsing NetGalley recently when I noticed that one of the authors of that charming book, Annie Barrows, had another offering coming up called The Truth According to Us. My requesting finger got all twitchy and I asked the publishing czars if I could pretty please have an advanced digital copy of the novel. They said yes, because they are very nice. *I received a complimentary copy of this book from the publisher through NetGalley for review consideration. The integrity of this review will be compromised by nothing except my limitations as a non professional reviewer and general weirdo.*

thetruthaccordingtousA depression era debutante named Layla attempts to break away from the shackles of her privileged life by accepting a job with the Federal Writer’s Project. It’s a bit of a scandal for a girl from a wealthy background to take on a relief position, but Layla has a thing or 10 she wants to prove. She’s assigned to write the history of Macedonia, West Virginia, a far cry from her metropolitan DC stomping grounds. She boards with the enigmatic Romeyn family. The Romeyns were once prominent in town, but scandal and tragedy have plagued their name for decades. A colorful cast of characters provide Layla with ample material to complete her project and weave themselves into the fabric of her life. (If you now have the jingle for the cotton commercials stuck in your head, I’m not even sorry. That is catchy as heck.)

You guys, I have all the mixed feelings about this book. I wanted to love it, I really did, but it just felt kind of disjointed. Maybe it’s just because I’ve been tired lately and I kept dozing off while reading before bed, but I had a hard time keeping things straight. It felt like some of the characters were thrown in as an afterthought and never fully developed. It wasn’t a bad book by any means. Jottie was a delight, and who wouldn’t love precocious little Willa? Still though, I’m left wondering if I’d have had a higher opinion of the book if Annie Barrows didn’t have so much to live up to. I feel like she lost a bit of the magic she had in writing The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society.

Talk to me Bookworms! Have you ever read a book that you didn’t completely adore but couldn’t put your finger on why? 

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Jun 18

The Dog Stars by Peter Heller

Post-Apocalyptic Fiction 8

Hello Bookworms,

You know how sometimes you start a book only to put it down for like a month? Normally when I do that I never pick it up again and it lands on the stack of good intentions otherwise known as the DNF pile. Every once in a while, though, the big break in reading is a result of my schedule and not a waning interest in the book. It was thus that I finally finished reading The Dog Stars by Peter Heller.

thedogstarsThis book had been on my radar for quite some time, so when I was out shopping and saw a copy in the bargain bin, I picked it up. The apocalypse is my jam, but you already knew that. This time, the apocalypse is due to a super flu (the common and plausible nightmare scenario of germ-o-phobes everywhere.) It’s been 9 years or so since the world ended. Hig lives in an abandoned airport with his dog Jasper and his survivalist weapons expert roommate, Bangley. Hig and Jasper make regular scouting runs in Hig’s old 1950s airplane while Bangley spends his time MacGuyver-ing weapons and figuring out new ways to blow shiznit up. After a series of traumatic events, Hig decides to strike out beyond his normal range to follow a signal that may be nothing but a pipe dream.

The story is told by Hig in a rather unusual first person narrative. At the outset, Hig tells the reader that he was one of the few people who contracted the flu and recovered. He claims that the fever cooked a lot of brain cells, hence his choppy narration. I get that this was a stylistic choice, but I found it rather distracting. After reading books with similar plots and stunning prose (Station Eleven, I’m looking at you!) this was a little disappointing. Still. I found the story engaging and interesting, as I always do when the end is nigh. If you’re in the mood for a little post apocalyptic fiction, The Dog Stars might be the book for you.

Talk to me, Bookworms! Do you ever get frustrated by a narrator’s diction? Does heavily accented prose put you off? Am I the only one who finds choppy narration distracting?

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Jun 16

How The Grapes of Wrath Made Me Crazy Grateful

Classics 14

Salutations Bookworms,

Today’s post is 15 years in the making. When I was a junior in high school, my English teacher allowed everyone in the class to choose between three different books as our final read for the year. The options were The Catcher in the Rye by JD Salinger (which is obviously what I chose, because teen angst), A Farewell to Arms by Ernest Hemingway, or The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck. I remember listening to the class discussions of the two books I didn’t choose and thinking I needed to get my mits on The Grapes of Wrath. I bought myself a copy that summer and I started it but got distracted. At some point after (or during?) college, I decided the time had come. Of course, by then, I couldn’t find my dang book. To this day I can’t locate it, which is a bummer because it was lovely and had deckle edges. Sigh. Fast forward an upsetting number of years and enter Scribd. Guess what book popped up in my audio book queue?! That’s right! The Grapes of Wrath, y’all!

thegrapesofwrathI’ve got to hand it to audio. Heavily accented language is just better this way. Plus there were harmonica breaks. HARMONICA. I always have a hard time reviewing classics because there are so many people who are so much smarter than me who have said all the brilliant things there are to say on the subject. Instead of writing a review, I thought I’d list some of the things I’m going to try harder to be thankful for after reading about the plight of the Joad family.

1. My house is in no danger of being deliberately pushed off its foundation by a tractor.

2. The worst thing that’s ever happened to me on a road trip is bad traffic.

3. Fried dough is a treat at the fair, not my only form of sustenance.

4. I have always had access to indoor plumbing.

5. None of my employers have ever cut my wages in half.

6. I will never have to give birth in an abandoned box car.

7. I’ve never had to go hungry.

8. I’ve never had to go hungry while good food was destroyed in pursuit of profit.

9. I’ve never had someone actively prevent me from growing my own food on unused land in an effort to keep from starving.

10. Seriously,  you guys, if I’m hungry it’s probably because I’m on a diet because I have access to all the food and I don’t want to buy new pants. Pants I can totally afford because I get paid more than 25 cents an hour.

The Grapes of Wrath is a classic for a reason and it hit me like a punch in the gut. If you ever need inspiration to count your blessings, put yourself in the Joad Family’s shoes for a spell. I mean shoes metaphorically, of course, because the Joads probably couldn’t afford shoes.  This book, you guys. I can’t even.

Talk to me, Bookworms! What is the book that has made you the most grateful for what you’ve got?

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Jun 15

Self Inflicted Wounds and Why Aisha Tyler is My New BFF

Audio Books, Humor, Memoirs 21

Greetings Bookworms,

I love a good celebrity memoir. It can be a tricky business, though. Sometimes you’ll pick up a celebrity memoir and the celeb will be unfunny, self important, and/or preachy. All that is GREAT if you’re hate-reading, but it can be a huge disappointment when it’s a celebrity you think is awesome. Kind of bursts the bubble, you know? Luckily, the opposite can happen. For example. Aisha Tyler. I know who she is and I’ve enjoyed her work, but I’ve never been ready to join her fan club or anything. At least, not until I listened to her narration of her book Self-Inflicted Wounds: Heartwarming Tales of Epic Humiliation. Now I want her to attend all my imaginary slumber parties! (That is a phrase that probably shouldn’t be uttered by a 32 year old woman, but whatever. This is the internet. I don’t even register on the creepy scale here.)

selfinflictedwoundsIn case you needed more evidence to show that the world is an unfair place, Aisha Tyler is not only statuesque and beautiful, she’s also smart, witty, and charming. Luckily, she’s also a GINORMOUS NERD, so she is my people. I don’t trust anybody who didn’t go through an awkward phase growing up. I mean, how can you develop as a person if you don’t have weird hair or terrible fashion sense or at least one horrifying experience with a maxi pad?!

Aisha Tyler spent tons of time reading books, being awkward, and embarrassing herself. It takes a special kind of person to puke on their crush and live to tell about it. You know the recurring nightmare you have about missing a test? Aisha Tyler slept through her SATs! And she still got into an ivy league school! (The unconscious SAT was her second go at it, but still damn impressive.) Aisha Tyler’s misadventures are tremendously entertaining, but she owns her part in all of them. I find it endlessly frustrating when people act like they’ve played no part in their own misfortune. (I’m not saying I’m not guilty of this sort of thing myself on occasion, but we’re not talking about me here.) Aisha Tyler is all “Yep, I made some really stupid choices. That was a terrible idea. You probably shouldn’t stay out all night getting wasted when your SATs are in the morning. Don’t steal your mom’s favorite shirt and try to deep fry things because you’ll start a fire. Ballerina outfits should only be worn by ballerinas.”

Should you read this book? Well. If you like things that do not suck, I would say, “yes, read this book.” I laughed, I cringed, and in the end, I wanted Aisha Tyler to be my BFF. Do yourself a favor and pick up a copy of Self-Inflicted Wounds: Heartwarming Tales of Epic Humiliationokay?

Talk to me, Bookworms! Has a celebrity memoir ever changed your opinion of said celebrity? Was it in a good way or a bad way? 

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Jun 11

6 Degrees of Separation: The Casual Vacancy

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Hidey Ho, Bookworms!

It’s been far too long since I played my favorite game, don’t you think? The amazing Annabel Smith and Emma Chapman are hosting Six Degrees of Separation and this month’s jumping off point is The Casual Vacancy by JK Rowling (review.) Raise your hand if you’re excited! (I’m envisioning zillions of hands in the air, which I will take as a resounding “yes!”)sixdegrees1

1. How to Build a Girl by Caitlin Moran (review)- The character that really stuck with me after finishing The Casual Vacancy was Krystal. Sigh. When I think of British people living in “the projects” I have startlingly few reference points. Luckily, Caitlin Moran exists and her Johanna Morrigan nee Dolly Wilde presents a (very) Islightly rosier picture of a similar set of circumstances and thus we have landed on How to Build a Girl.

2. Cinder by Marissa Meyer (review)- Hear me out! Okay, so both How to Build a Girl and Cinder have awesome covers featuring ladies’ footwear. PLUS, when I hear a phrase like “how to build a girl” I begin imagining robot parts, so it’s only fitting that my favorite cyborg take the next spot on the list.

3. The Crimson Petal and the White by Michael Faber (review)- Cinder is a retelling of Cinderella, obviously, but you know what else was a retelling of Cinderella? Pretty Woman. Of course, Pretty Woman got all Hollywood-ed up with Julia Roberts and the 90s and all. However. If Pretty Woman were more realistic, set in Victorian England, and ended without the happily ever after, it’d be The Crimson Petal and the White.

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4. The Language of Flowers by Vanessa Diffenbaugh (review)- I love love love this book by Vanessa Diffenbaugh, and it TOTALLY works with The Crimson Petal and the White because the whole “language of flowers” thing was a Victorian construct. Also Petal=Flower. Boom.

5. The Word Exchange by Alena Graedon (review)- Wordplay is my jam so jumping from “language” to The Word Exchange just seemed like the right decision. The Word Exchange sure as heck made me think about language differently. It also made me a little paranoid that my cell phone is plotting my untimely demise, but I digress.

6. Station Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel (review)- Word Flu to Georgia Flu seems plausible, no? Apocalypse all up in this piece!

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And there we have it! The Casual Vacancy to Station Eleven in six easy steps. Was that not a larking romp? Tell me Bookworms. Where would YOUR chain lead?!

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