It's funny, the certain memories that are associated with books you read. I remember being 12 years old, digging this book--along with some Zebra romaIt's funny, the certain memories that are associated with books you read. I remember being 12 years old, digging this book--along with some Zebra romances--out of a discount bin at Pathmark. My parents had recently divorced, so every Sunday my father would take us five kids out to eat and buy us things to make us happy. If only my poor Dad had known what was in those books, I'd doubt he'd have been so obliging.
The book was so cheaply made that the luridly-written pages fell out in droves from the the spine like rotten teeth drop out from diseased gums (that's the kind of cheesy metaphor this book was filled with). The sexual content was rather disturbing to my tender preteen sensibilities: a man jacks off on his dog, and a woman services her boyfriend's a-hole. Some 20-plus years later, I'm aware that it's rather "mild" as trashy books go, but those images were shocking at the time.
Not quite chick-lit, not quite romance, this is the story about two very similar-looking New Jersey Jewish friends with different outlooks on life. They compete in careers and relationships and only one of them finally finds happiness with a man she loves. And there's the sad story of John, an ex-boyfriend who comes between the two women, destroys their friendship and comes to a bitter end with only a dog to remember him. 4 stars for nostalgia/B ...more