The Tea Ladies are a trio of women I meet up with every few months at the Tea Source in EP to talk about books and TV shows and politics. I don’t like tea. Neither does one of the Amys. However, we do like making jokes about how stupid tea is and the other Amy and Anne love tea, so it’s worth it.
When I first met Anne she said, and I quote (to the best of memory), “If I don’t ever have to buy another physical book I’ll be happy.” She was done with adding books to her house. I think I might have been aghast. I might have even looked at her askance. Could you even imagine such a thing?
I could not.
Until I got a Kindle and decide, that she was right. Or kind of right. I read close to 100 books last year, a majority of them from the library. And boy, howdy does that make me happy. I have, by my best estimate, 99 skajillion books. I do not need more books. In fact, a couple weekends ago I got a new apparatus to use as a nightstand. As I was cleaning out the area where the old night stand was (a $7 IKEA table purchased in 2003) I moved two towering, furry with dust stacks of books.
It was gross. I dragged about six of them into the loft because they were Rock & Roll memoirs and I have a thing for those. I tossed about 8 of the books onto a bookcase I have in my bedroom, and then I put roughly a dozen or so books into a box that will get donated at some point in my life.
Those books had been sitting there for ages (2015 to be exact). Feel free to judge my housekeeping. I am.
When I first read the blurb for Daisy Jones & The Six by Taylor Jenkins Reed I made a frowny face.
Everyone knows DAISY JONES & THE SIX, but nobody knows the reason behind their split at the absolute height of their popularity . . . until now.
AHEM, world, I wrote a book about a band that broke up at the height of their popularity. ME. ME. MY BOOK. HOW DARE publishing publish a book by an author with a bunch of books, who had already fought her way into the game. HOW DARE THEY?
Still, it wasn’t quite as bad when I read the blurb for Wonderland by Stacey D’Erasmo. That sent me to the fainting couch with a mean case of the weeping fantods.
Anna Brundage is a rock star. She is tall and sexy, with a powerhouse voice and an unforgettable mane of red hair. She came out of nowhere, an immediate indie sensation. And then, life happened.
AHEM. My book. MINE. Was about a tall rock star with hair. MINE. ME.
I was bereft about Wonderland until my very smart & kind friend Donna pointed out that it wasn’t my book and I should be happy publishing was interested in books about women rockstars.
I loved Daisy Jones & The Six. I love it so much I bought a copy while I was still reading the library’s copy. I just knew I had to own this and keep it near me always.
There are not enough heart-eye emojis or glitter covered unicorns to amply depict my love for this book. I love it like I love the Heart memoir, wildly and with a passion that defies explanation.
The story is told in interview format with bandmates, producers, and friends. It discussed songwriting and sexism and love and stupidity. It’s funny and fun and moving even if the end is kind of
But what I love most about this book. About this rock & roll novel that is not mine? It makes me want to dig mine out and try again, which is something I have not felt like doing, really despite my saying it and trying to make it sound true, for years.