I’m not much of a Chick Lit reader, but hello?  It’s summertime.  Yes, I am also reading Laura Bush’s biography, and Condy’s is on my nightside table, so I’m not a total loss.  But my summer author of choice?  Hands down, it’s Jane Green.

Do you know her?  Her books, I mean?

I stumbled onto them a few summers ago, because the pretty book spines caught my eye at the library.  There they were, three in a row, in their pretty hues of yellow, green and blue.  (Dune Road, The Beach House, and Second Chance.)  I think I read Second Chance first, which is unfortunate, because it’s my least favorite of the three.  But Dune Road?  Loved it.  The Beach House?  Perfectly charming.

At the beginning of this summer, I asked my one of my bestest BFFs if she’d ever read Jane Green.  Because she is awesome, she promptly handed me Babyville.  Of course she’d read her!  I proceeded to visit a different, bigger library and got my hands on copies of To Have and To Hold, and The Other Woman. Verdict?  Like, and, Like!

Dear Jane,

You are so very good at this writing-fiction-that-connects-with-women thing!   Naturally, they’ve been bestsellers, so you already know this.  But. For. Real.  I’ve tried other Chick Lit authors, best selling ones, even, and it’s just not the same.  You so get it, and if I weren’t happily married and raising children in the Midwest, I might move to Connecticut just to be your friend.

Love,

Your New Fan