I’ve had my head down over my 1920s book this week, so my reading list is rather sparse.
— Barbara Taylor Bradford, A Woman of Substance.
I blame Jessica for reminding me of this! Anyone else remember this from the 80s? It’s a doorstop, epic story of a woman who rises from poverty in Yorkshire to retail magnate, suffering various failed romances and settling old scores along the way. It’s over the top and ridiculously addictive. There are also two sequals, Hold the Dream and To Be the Best, both of which I was also obsessed with circa 1989. And, yes, the knock-off I attempted to write in tenth grade is staying hidden in the Trunk of Old Manuscripts. Trust me. It’s better that way. Only Barbara Taylor Bradford can write Barbara Taylor Bradford.
— Jen Lancaster, Such a Pretty Fat.
You may have seen this book on these round-ups before. That’s because when I’m in hard-core writing mode, Lancaster’s books are fun and easy to read without knocking me out of my own fictional world. Maybe it’s the whole fiction/non-fiction divide. Or just that she’s hysterically funny, even on a thirteenth read. If you haven’t read her before, start with Bitter is the New Black.
What have you been reading?