Jennifer Solow's Blog, page 2

Move over, Massie Block!

Now I love to hate/hate to love Massie Block as much as the next Clique chick, but can't a popular girl actually be a nice person? Ever since Lindsay Lohan was taken in by "The Plastics" a.k.a. "Mean Girls" and Blair Waldorf planted her pointy-toed Chanel firmly up someone's nether parts, have we come to equate a popular girl with…well, rhymes with itch.

Are all popular girls uber-mean? Do they all have thick luxurious long hair? Are they all rich? Do they all wear designer clothes? Are there ...

Middle names I like

I have a dirty little secret. I have no middle name. My mom explains it to me thusly: "My mother, your grandmother, gave me the middle name 'i.' which is humiliating. i-what? i-robot? i-likey? No. just i, period. This is why, you, darling, have been saved from the humiliation of a horrible middle name. Consider it a blessing."



Okay. Got it. But just in the past few months I've been coveting. Middle-name-envy, if you will.

1. "Bombshell." Is this a crazy-great middle name or wha? It...

Backtacular!

Are you like me? Sitting in the library in your JLo's, not really thinking about much else other than your current manuscript, the fact that your car is parked in the 20 minute zone and you've been there for 6 1/2 hours, wondering if the library lady will catch you sneaking Zone Bars and dried apples out of your backpack simply so you don't pass out from lack of caloric intake, not thinking ONE IOTA about the guy sitting behind you staring at your visible gluteal delineation, aka butt ...

Am I an expert? You be the judge.

So, it's been a while since I've said bonjour and I wanted to let you know what's all happening. I was in the middle of my next book and my agent came to me with an idea I jumped on.

I'm writing a new series called THE ARISTOBRATS.
The first is due out in 2010 and, if I can learn to type a whole lot faster than I do now, I should have another one out about 6 months after that.
It's about a group of popular Eighth Graders at the prestigious Wallingford Academy whose lives at ...

Who has better shoes? Candace Bushnell or me?

Okay, so Candace has a few New York Times bestsellers…AND a few movies and television shows under her belt…AND she is WAY skinnier than I am…AND married to a ballet dancer with really hot buns…AND maybe you can't really see it from the photographs, but I am wearing P-R-A-D-A and I think that must count for something.

So seriously, Candace is, as Jane Green says, brilliant, and she cups her buns when she poses, which wins her big points in my book.

If you missed our evening on stage together...

Life is perfect (for the moment).

It's that special time in a writer's life: The new manuscript is done and has been turned into the agent. The agent will not be done reading said manuscript for at least a few days, possibly an entire week!

For these delicious, yet fleeting moments, life couldn't be better. There are no revisions that need revising, no writing that needs to be written and no sorrows that need to be drowned in Bombay martinis, straight up, VERY cold, extra olives. Martinis need only to be enjoyed, not needed.

I'...

Keep Manhattan Just Gimme That Countryside!

Move over Eva Gabor, Green Acres is the place to be! I'm not sure if this is very cool of me or slightly weird and kind of old-lady-ish, but I've taken up all sorts of farm-girl stuff at my new house in upstate Podunkapalooza.

I'm 1. gardening 2. baking bread 3. making my own (yes, for real) goat cheese and 4. wearing Carhartts and work boots and completely ignoring my 5-step Obagi face care routine!

Oh, but check out those squash blossoms. Nice, right?

Do you think I'll ever recover? Do you...

Does this hat make me look fat?

Every girl needs a break. Mine was Thailand and a yummy little hotel called Sala Samui. It was hot and gorgeous and I braved the beaches in something they call a micro-tini, a thing a woman of my age and buttock jiggle shouldn't be caught dead in. But that's me – always pushing the envelope for the paparazzi. But don't worry, I'm home now…hard at work on finishing not one, but TWO manuscripts. One has gotten very naughty and the other is downright intellectual (if I can spell it) —...

Rule #1: Always invite the go-go dancers

I do not believe a party is truly a party until the go-go dancers get the cage a rockin'. (Remember my 30th birthday in Tribeca?!).

Saturday night was no exception. The gorgeous party at the over-the-top home of Jillian (no relation to The-Booster-Jillian) Manus and Alan Salzman would have simply been another million dollar black tie fete had it not been for the groovy gyrations, talking Nixon holograph, Brain Drain cocktails served out of the ears of an ice sculpture of George W, the...

The European tour

Milan > Lake Como > Lagano, Switzerland > Copenhagen > Paris…all in 10 days! The dollar is pathetic so shopping had to be kept to a minimum. As usual, I made a stop at Frederic Malle and this time bought the entire set in mini form. Each morning I try a new parfum instead of just sticking with Therese, which is still the most gorgeous scent on earth. The highlight was meeting my French editor. She made me promise I wouldn't put her photo on my blog but I just love it too much to hide...