Maybe it's because her books were described by that dreaded phrase: chick lit. At the time, I was reading a lot of Paul Coelho. (I get on these kicks, you see.) Shoe stories? Girls who dress fierce and swan around and whatnot? No thanks.
But her books are so very not. Her themes explore loneliness and loyalty, motherhood, missed opportunities, and regret.
So here I am, faced with the fact that I, myself, a feminist for god's sake, was demeaning women-centric writing. I assumed her books were fluffy and of little worth just because of the subject matter. And they are the very subjects I WRITE! ARGH!
I'll admit it now. I was wrong.
Have you ever been surprised by something? reading kick lately, after several years of shunning her books for no apparent reason. It's not like I haven't had friends (many, actually) recommend