I am on a chick-lit binge. I'm not sure how or why I managed to get on the bandwagon so late, but here I am. I started a while back with the entire (and entirely forgettable) Sophie Kinsella series. Realizing that my favorite, Pam Houston, was the forerunner of the genre, I re-read all of her books. Then I discovered Jennifer Weiner, after I had ordered "In her shoes" for the fourth time from On-Demand. And now I'm reading "The devil wears Prada," because I'd love to see the movie but with a five month old, there are no movies in my immediate future.
I am racing through these books while nursing. It's sort of like my girlfriend, who has been married 15 years and is the mother of 3, who was addicted to Sex & the City back when I lived in San Francisco. She would call and ask me if my single girl life was really like that; I was so busy back then I had never even seen the show. So I rented the entire first season, stayed home from work to watch every show back to back, and called her to say, pretty much, yes.
I'm imagining, while reading about Miranda Priestly, all the dot-com stories that must have been dredged up and immortalized in some novel. The horrid 27 year old CEO's who came back from Sand Hill investment bankers with mounds of cash. The poorly thought out business plans. The fancy cars. Those SFgirl days, where every single dot-com launch party was publicized and crashed. The martinis. The sushi. The stock options that made paper millionaires of us for a couple of months.
Has this book been written and I missed it? Was it so passe by the time it got published that no one wanted to read it?