A few weeks ago, I was at the bookstore with a friend. We
were looking at the vast array of new books, and I said, “I really need
something easy and straightforward. I need a book with a beginning, middle, and
end. I don’t want a twist. I don’t want any ghosts or dragons or unreliable
narrators.”
When I’m in that kind of mood, I drift toward family dramas.
But I have to be careful. I don’t really like family dramas that involve
serious illnesses (e.g. the kind where the clan gets together for Thanksgiving
and grandma reveals that she’s going to die shortly). I’m also not crazy about
family dramas where the problem at the center is too mundane (e.g. the reason
that the siblings don’t get along is that Susie always got the last piece of chicken at family dinners), or where the only problem is a
misunderstanding (e.g. Sally thought that Mary excluded her from some big
event, but Mary was really out planning Sally’s surprise party). And then,
there’s the problem with the pink covers.
I have written before about my issues with women’s fiction.
On the one hand, I gravitate toward women’s fiction like it’s a bowl of
leftover Halloween candy in November. On the other hand, I tend to get so
deeply annoyed when I think that the author is pandering to a gender stereotype (A bowl full of kisses and kittens!). And wait – there’s a third
hand! I also get annoyed when female characters are ridiculously mean and
underhanded just to serve some gendered idea of a “cat fight.”
You’d think – with so many concerns and red flags and
possible complaints – that I’d steer clear of any book with a pink cover. But these past couple of weeks, I read two
books with pink covers, back to back. And I got my wish: no ghosts, no dragons,
no unreliable narrators. But neither book completely satisfied me, either.

I’m not sure why this book languished on my shelf, but I’m actually
glad I didn’t read it earlier. Perhaps I should have waited even longer. This
is NOT a book that should be read by younger women. Certainly, one of the
benefits of having older, vibrant female characters is that
younger people get to see that women don’t disappear at age 30. However, in an
effort to be funny, Shortridge brings too many (very) awkward elements of aging to the
table. I kept thinking that Mira’s…er…private moments should be more private.
Ack! I would definitely put a warning
sticker on this one: PG-50.

And now I’m going to say something that will seem odd given
my previous discussion. I don’t think that Georgia’s relationship problems and
coming-to-adulthood should be the focus of the book. Instead, I’d like to see MORE
attention given to the relationship and romance between her aging (like a fine
wine) parents. The vineyard and all of its symbolism of commitment and loss
should be THEIR story. But my hunch is that this book needed a young narrator with
a gorgeous fiancé to be considered a Great Summer Read, and it will certainly need
those elements to translate into a blockbuster movie.
I’m guessing that I will be writing this post again and
again throughout my blogging career. I find my way to these pink books with
eyes wide open. Then I get mad, storm off, vow to never return. But I do
return, like a daughter in a dysfunctional family full of secrets, hoping the
family will be different this time.
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