So I wrapped up Hot Tamara by Mary Castillo this afternoon while The Boyfriend was napping in front of the ballgame (Damn you Yankees! Damn you!).
OK, um where to start.
First, I met Castillo at a booksigning this past spring, which is why I bought her book. She was really nice and I think she's talented. I mean, Hot Tamara is well written and features a hero I'm ready to run away and make babies with.
So what's the problem?
I'm too old.
Either that or I'm an overachieving geek-a-zoid. You be the judge.
Tamara is 26 and has been dating the same guy for 10 years. She lives at home with her parents. Mom got her a great teaching job. Mom thinks Tamara should get married and start squirting out babies. Tamara wants to go to grad school, move to Los Angeles and work in an art gallery. But her mother is pressuring her....
Oh the pressure!
Someone please shoot me now.
I don't understand story set-ups like this one. Maybe because my own mother knew enough to never forbid her children to do something. The minute you forbid your child to do something they run out and become Satan spawn. Also, hello?! Tamara, sweetheart, you're pushing 30! And you're living at home? You can't tell Mommy and Daddy to sod off? Um, you're an adult, act like one!
But this is coming from the girl who knew at 16 that she was "meant" to be a librarian. Who at 23 had her Master's degree (yeah, I'm a total dork), moved back in with Mom and Dad for 4 months after graduation to save money, then promptly got her own apartment. Hell, I even had a job that my parents didn't have to find for me.
I'm probably being too harsh on poor Tamara. I mean, she does have the stones to land a totally hot guy. Trust me, Will is majorly hunkalicious. The only thing holding me back from packing my bags and ditching The Boyfriend is that Will is a fictional character. Minor detail that. And Tamara does find her own way - but damn, hello?! 26!
Maybe I'm just not wired right for these types of plots. Seriously.