Paper Princess by Erin Watt

This afternoon I texted a reading buddy. It’s rare for me to enjoy an angsty, drama-filled read. But once in a while I need one. I’ve tried 15 books in the last 2 days – all failed. When I moaned about my problems this book was offered as the solution.

And here’s what I’ll say. I’m a responsible adult. A mom. A lawyer. But sometimes – every once in a teensy while – I need to put on my party dress and a ton of mascara and dance my ass off. The club. Bass-heavy beats. And just letting it all go in the dark and the sweat – surrounded by strangers. Reading this book – in one sitting – completely unable to set it down – was a night out except I got to stay in my jammies. Decadent. Silly. Unproductive. And everything I needed to just let go.

The plot sounds dumb – I was completely prepared to loathe this thing and dismiss it quickly. You’ve heard it a thousand times. Struggling chick. Rich dude. Misunderstandings. Anger. He hates her. He wants her. Another dude. Drama drama drama. Except this shit was fun. As. Hell. Never oppressive. Never stupid. Shots of Patron – not Jose Cuervo.

I loved every minute. I grinned non-stop. Without leaving my house i shed the worries of laundry, lunches, and the impending Monday rush. Was this book literary genius? Hell no. Am I improved for having read it? Doubtful. Am I a happier, more relaxed mom and lawyer going into her work week? Abso-fucking-lutely. And that, my friends, is why I read.

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