Zen and Sex

Zen and Sex - Dermot Davis - 0 heartsThe protagonist of Dermot Davis’s Zen and Sex (a Comedy Romance) is a bumbling idiot when it comes to dealing with the opposite sex. He starts dating for the sole purpose of finding a hot date to take to his ex’s wedding (very mature), and goes on three ridiculous first dates. Then he meets an older woman, who witnessed him on said dates and saw first-hand exactly what a loser he was. Despite this, she invites him to eat with her, and thus begins a beaut bizarre love story. Continue reading


Village Books

Village Books - Craig McLay - 3 hearts awardVillage Books, by Craig McLay, is about a guy who works in a bookstore. He talks about books, he meets a woman, he drinks a rare brand of hard cider – and that’s pretty much it. There’s not a whole lot of plot to this book, it’s really just about his day to day life, with lots of pop culture references and a few unusual occurrences here and there. It was an enjoyable read, but it never really drew me in – I kept waiting for something to happen, but even when it did, there was no sense of progress. I guess the bottom line is that I didn’t feel any sense of cause and effect; stuff just happened at random intervals and there was no cohesion to it. An OK way to pass the time, but entirely forgettable.


The Food of Love

The Food of Love - Anthony Capella - 5 hearts awardThe story of Cyrano de Bergerac’s love for Roxane has been retold and retooled umpteen times on stage, in film, and in writing, yet The Food of Love, by Anthony Capella, still manages to bring a unique spin to the well-known tale. In this case, Roxane is Laura, an American 20-something visiting Italy for the first time, and Cyrano is Bruno, a master chef who loves her from afar. He allows his friend Tommaso to take the credit (and kisses) for the sumptuous meals that Laura devours. This is a delicious, delightful book – you’ll love it!


High Fidelity

High Fidelity - 5 hearts awardNick Hornby’s High Fidelity was not only the first guy lit book I ever read, it also preceded my discovery of chick lit by a couple of years. I was living in Paris in the summer of 96 and reading my way through the bookshelf of the British woman whose studio I was subletting. I was bored by most of the books, so imagine my joy at discovering the jewel that is High Fidelity: outrageously funny, clever, touching, and romantic. I loved it so much that I nearly stole the book, but instead contented myself with writing down the title and author and ordering as soon as I was back in the US.


Guy Lit

Chick lit-like books written by guys deserve a more manly name, so I’ve come up with guy lit. (Incredibly inspired, I know.) I’ve also see “lad lit,” which I find too British, and “dick lit,” which offers a nice rhyme but is rather vulgar. So guy lit it is. I’ll soon be adding reviews of some of my favorite guy lit books, so stay tuned.