Title: Seeing Me Naked
Author: Liza Palmer
Genre: Chick Lit
Why I Picked It Up: Meg Cabot liked it. I picked it up in the bookstore and it didn't look shitty.
Context: I haven't really been into chick lit in a while. I pretty much got sick of the vapid twenty-something bimbo heroines who don't manage to get their shit together till the end of the novel once I started reading awesome romance novels about strong thirty-something women who find nice men and have fun adventures (and sex).
Basic Plot: Elizabeth is a somewhat trendy pastry chef with a father and brother (who is awesomely named Rascal and who looks and acts exactly like Jeremy Darling from Dirty Sexy Money inside my head) who are famous authors. She's a workaholic, has a some-what dysfunctional long-term on-again-off-again relationship with a globe-trotting journalist, and is starting to think about making serious changes to her life.
Review: I liked it. And I really didn't think I was going to.
I liked the heroine. I especially liked the complicated interactions she had with her family members (especially Rascal). And I liked sitting around watching her think things through and figure her life and promising new relationship with a cute basketball coach.
It was a nice, sweet book and it made me smile.
Superficial Assessments:
Title: Terrible. And really not very appropriate. I can see how it's connected and all... but no. Bad title.
Cover: So-so. I like the color. I especially like that it's not pink and doesn't have shoes on it (If the damn book's not about shoes... I don't want to see shoes on the damn cover!). The picture is unique and kind of interesting, but also kind of strange and odd.
