My daughter forwarded me a link to a video the other day. Have you seen this one? If you’re busy, you don’t need to listen to more than thirty seconds of it to get the gist. At least the first few minutes are family friendly, too.
I watched it while shaking my head, a smile cracking my face and then struggled to name the emotions flitting through me: joy, horror…envy. Yes, as chemically induced or artificial this guy’s bliss, I wanted me some of that, minus the pharmacy. See, the Tart has a shameful habit, which is to say she’s good at working her assets off, but often forgets to reward herself with play. I want to fix that. I need more silly in my life.
Since I write and read, a logical place to begin is with books. You already know I adore James Herriot, so I’ll provide two different recommendations:
The first, Frederica, describes the escapades of a boisterous family to which I yearned to belong by the end of the book. It reads like a comedy of errors, but bears all the hallmarks of Georgette Heyer’s work: snappy dialogue, which is so individualized it doesn’t require dialogue tags for pages; biting commentary on “polite” society; a Price-and-Prejudice-like romance. This one even features a hot air balloon ride; I suspect the guy in the video above would approve. 😉
My second is written by Susan Elizabeth Phillips, who has been dubbed the Queen of Romantic Comedy by Jennifer Crusie. My favorite of hers for comedy is Match Me if You Can. I’d love to be able to quote from it, to give you an idea of its tone, but I can’t; Molly’s still sleeping and has swiped it for her eighth read, or so.
MMiYC features an underperforming matchmaker, a too-suave sports agent who becomes her client — problematic when she falls for him — and a football team. I’d recommend this book for the house party scene alone.
Phillips’ also wrote Natural Born Charmer, and to give you a taste of her writing, these are its opening lines:
It wasn’t every day a guy saw a headless beaver marching down the side of a road, not even in Dean Robillard’s larger-than-life world. “Son of a…” Dean slammed on the brakes of his brand-new Aston Martin Vanquish and pulled over in front of her.
The beaver marched right past, her big flat tail bouncing in the gravel, and her small, sharp nose stuck up in the air. Way up. The beaver looked highly pissed.
Now, hit me with your nominees. They do NOT have to be romantic. They do NOT have to be smutless. Just name a few books that have turned your frown upside-down or, even better, books which gave you a sidestich from laughter.
*Can someone drive competently, video tape and be quite so enthused about Burger King? I smell manipulation, I’m just sayin’.