The Rescue

I finished this book sometime last week. I've really been slacking on my blogging lately so I'm trying to get caught up tonight. We'll see how that goes. . .

The Rescue was basically a love story. Woman in peril. Man in uniform. Man saves woman. Man is confused. Can't figure out whether or not its related to being faced with a commitment or whether or not he remembered to put deodorant on that particular morning. Nonetheless, love prevailed, as it always (never) does.

I needed a feel good novel on account of having the blues lately. All this book did was make me cry or make me mad. By the time I was on page 17, I could see exactly what was going to happen. Unfortunately, I had already cried once and was emotionally invested in the book. I finished it. It wasn't BAD, I just hate hate HATE it when men write novels about love and women. And the way they make women act is so degrading and insulting. Like all real women want is a ride to work and someone to play catch with their son. Blech.

I should have known better. Nicholas Sparks, you don't know shit about Xs and Ys. Maybe someday, a woman will take a frying pan to his head and then he'll have a better perspective. I'm just sayin'.

I did have a favorite quote, though. NS isn't all that bad, I suppose. "People come, people go - they'll drift in and out of your life, almost like characters in a favorite book. When you finally close the cover, the characters have told their story and you start up again with another book, comlete with new characters and adventures. Then you find yourself focusing on the new ones, not the ones from the past." I don't necessarily agree 100%, but it sure does make me feel better about those people that have drifted in and out of my life. Maybe, just maybe, I offered something to their life. . .

Best Friends Forever

I like Jenifer Weiner. She's a talented writer and writes about everyday happenings in a way that allows the story to be believable and entertaining. Kind of like if you take my life and take it down one notch :) I finished this book a couple weeks ago as I was returning from a flight from Sacramento.

I didn't laugh outloud. I didn't cry. I wasn't grasping at every page, excited to see what came next. I was, however, drawing parallels to my life and the lives of the two girls in the story. These girls were the best of best friends. Something happens and Valerie thinks she's accidentally murdered someone and runs to the side of her long lost best friend Addie. Reluctantly, because Valerie has hurt her in the past, jumps on board. They embark on a somewhat Thelma and Louise run from the law.

All in all, it was a big misunderstanding and everything worked out okay and Valerie and Addie remined best friends until all eternity. What's even better? Addie falls in love with the FBI agent following them. Bonus!

I have one favorite quote from this book. Only because it puts into words what I have been feeling over the last several weeks, and months, really. "At some level underneath conscious thought, a place down in my cells where, the scientists tell us, memories reside, I'd been waiting for hears for that knock, waiting for the feel of my feet moving across the floor and my hand on the cool brass knob. " This can be interpreded in two different ways. My reunion with my new dad, and my reunion with D. Either way, I have been waiting.