One of the most delightful writing teams for snappy, fun, light, women’s fiction has got to be the team of Janice Kaplan and Lynn Schnurnberger. If you’ve read The Botox Diaries or one of their other books, I shouldn’t have to say any more. If you haven’t read any of their recent books, you don’t know what you’ve been missing!

From page 52:

With a critical eye, I look into the full-length mirror and swivel around. The Butt Master I bought for $24.99 from that three a.m. infomercial was worth every penny. The suede pants look good. I may be middle-aged and divorced but I still have some flair. I hate to sound like a bad self-help tape, but I’m just as desirable and a lot more self-confident than that pretty young thing who was one married to French dreamboat Jacques.

The man who after a decade of silence has sent me this e-mail.

Which–time to face the music–I am now ready to read.

And it’s really not that hard to do, is it? I go back downstairs to my desk, stare at the computer, and take a few deep breaths. A double click, and Jacques is back in my life.

Or at least he’s back in New York.

If you a break from reality and some good belly laughs, get a copy of The Botox Diairies.