First, you may want to read the review I gave A Walk in the Snark over at Goodreads.com. I’ll wait; go ahead.
Now why did I come over here to talk even more about the review? It sounds like a really good review, and I went into exactly the amount of detail I wanted to go into there, but I left a few things out, mainly because I am not your usual woman.
Not that I’m transgendered. I just don’t understand shoes, purses, and make up. Oh, I can match a pair of shoes to a purse, and I can apply make up — you don’t graduate from a Southern high school without someone showing you how to do that if your mama hasn’t beaten them to it. I just don’t understand the attraction of owning more clothes than you can wear in a week or more shoes that you can wear, as in more than one pair.
But does that mean I can’t find the funny in Mrs. Thompson’s OC life? No, I found the book to be quite funny. Not really funny hahahaha — more funny smile and tell my husband I’ve found his people. But that is all I need to be able to enjoy the book. It is a different look at a different life despite the similarities.
I don’t need to live like Mrs. Thompson to empathize and realize that D. has impacted her entire life. Most women have a man somewhere in their past who effects every choice they make whether they realize it or not. I can pick out the similarities (after school jobs to save for college, possessive and jealous boyfriend, finally meeting a sane and sensible man, family life) and stand back and view Orange County life from her POV and say, mighty fine, but I prefer my farm life, thanks.
So yeah, I don’t understand why people either loved or hated the book according to the reviews on amazon.com. Couldn’t you just like it a lot somewhere in the middle, or does that make me even more unusual?
At this point, though I need to wrap this up. It is very early in the morning, and I only have an hour before my kid wakes up. Time for a wee bit of pucker vodka and nice, long bath in the blessed quiet.