The Pink Shoe Diaries

Adam's mother and i are involved in a chick-lit book club.

It started when i used to work in Boston, she would pick up books for me here and there to "read on the train" and now those one or two books every now and then has become huge bags of books that she gives me whenever I see her.

And I am grateful. It's really sweet of her to think of me, and I love chick lit. And even though I don't take the T anymore i still like to read a few chapters of something easy to digest before I go to bed and these sort of books usually fit the bill.

So I was not surprised this past sunday when Adam and I went to see his parents, and she handed me a large plastic bag o'books. as I began to sift through them to decide which I would read first, she plucked a red covered, foil lettered fun looking one and told me it was GREAT and i should definitely read that one first. I would love it, she said. So yesterday on my lunch break I settled in at Breugger's with my chicken salad on a plain bagel, and my new chick lit novel. It started off normally enough: Beautiful Senator's Dauhgter finds out her dad is not her real dad, meanwhile Dashing Journalist comes to Washington to find out the scoop on a Senator (guess who's dad?) and so on. The Dashing Journalist and Beautiful Senator's Daughter meet randomly in a bar, neither know who the other is. They share a drink.

And now I am expecting that of course they will fall in love, and maybe start to date and lie about their identities and it will all come out when Dashing Journalist goes to the Senator's home and she is there!

But no, instead a raunchy, embarrasingly detailed, ten page sex scene ensues.

Say what? THIS is the book Adam's mom said I would love and should definitely read first?

ummm.....

And let me tell you, I grew up on Harlequin Romance Novels. And this stuff was waaayy more involved. Too involved for chicken salad at Breugger's and WAY too involved for a Book from My Boyfriend's Mom.

I told Adam about it last night and he thought it was hilarious. I told him that next time I saw his mom and she asked me if I was enjoying the book, I will say something like "Yes I especially enjoy all the thrusting. VERY entertaining".

And to think, there was once a time when she didn't even allow us to sleep in the same room when we would stay over there. Now she is practically giving me a how-to manual.