A hilarious modern romance finds wedding columnist Celia Snowden, who has failed miserably in trying to find Mr. Right, as she begins to see her default date and very last single friend Davis Smith in a new light. Original.
Liz was born in Texas and credits a rural upbringing in a houseful of books for her lifelong love of stories. After earning a Bachelor of Fine Arts in Theater from Southern Methodist University in Dallas, she moved to New York and worked various jobs (book clerk, world’s slowest professional typist, substitute teacher) before landing a job in publishing. Since then, she’s made her home in Austin, Portland (Oregon), Ottawa, Montreal, and now Vancouver Island in British Columbia. In her free time, she enjoys playing in local concert bands, watching classic films, and—of course—reading. In addition to her writing career, Liz has worked for two decades as a fiction editor. She’s a member of Mystery Writers of America, Sisters in Crime, and has served as a regional representative for Crime Writers of Canada.
Under the pen name Liz Freeland, Liz writes the Louise Faulk historical mystery series. She also writes women's fiction as Elizabeth Bass.
Light, fun & entertaining, this book set in Portland, Oregon, where I lived for a good part of my life, was a nice trip down memory lane.
Celia and Davis are co-workers at a newspaper and best buddies ... and Davis is secretly in love with Celia. When Celia's tightly wound and not-so-nice best friend, a TV newswoman, becomes engaged to be married, Celia is dragged into the never-ending shopping trips, wedding discussions, etc. Celia begins to long for her own HEA.
I liked the supporting characters, especially Davis's goofy houseguest, Corky.
Reader comments say this is one of her best, so I plan to check it out.
I got through it, though I almost quit a couple of times. It started out strong and then lost it's momentum. Not a bad book, but not a page burner by any means. I don't plan to bother with her other books.
One more note - every night, when I picked up this book, I thought of the adorable Janet Jackson song of the same name. It was actually kind of distracting.
I'm on page 28 of 352 of When I Think Of You: Me and this book wrestled around a bit to begin with, I just couldn't seem to get into it. Through perseverance and sheer boredom and the fact that I hate starting a book and not finishing it I kept reading. Now that I'm 28 pages in, I'm starting to rethink my opinion. I'll keep you posted!
I went back and forth between two and one stars, because there were a couple funny parts to this book in a zany, Janet Evanovitch kind of way, but that didn't make up for the fact that it was just plain stupid.
Women are always complaining that there are no good men out there, but usually there is one right under their noses! This book is a perfect example of that.