February 7, 2017
Have
you ever noticed when you’re reading a book that, no matter how much of a “Shucks,
I’m just an ordinary gal” vibe the author tries to give the protagonist,
there’s always something that would never happen in real life that’s essential
to make the story work?
Stephanie
Plum just happens to have a cousin in the bail-bond business, who happens to
know Ranger, who can teach her things he learned in the Special Forces that
will help her as a bounty-hunter. Abby Knight’s grandfather leaves her a trust
fund, which she uses to buy a flower shop, etc. Bless their hearts, even Jane
and Elizabeth Bennett just happened to meet guys who were loaded!
That’s
why I liked The Secret Life of Book Club. It’s about women who live low-key
lives who have adventures that are actually plausible. (Maybe not the entire
story line, but the adventures, yes.) No character perpetually finds dead bodies,
and nobody ends up being an inadvertent CIA asset. The women just have
imaginations and do things that could (mostly) happen to real people. (And,
Lord love them, they don’t all have some artsy-craftsy talent which they
suddenly discover they can make a living at doing. Those women make me feel
TERRIBLY inadequate.)
Anyway,
if you want a book that doesn’t make you feel like having adventures is
impossible, read that one. It makes real life seem as though it has way more
potential than you thought.
The
author is Heather Woodhaven.
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