OMG!!! I love these kinds of novels!!! Where did you find this? I want a million of them! My favorite was about a woman who moved to the big city to become a model: She had violet eyes!!!! But her aunt that she moves in with makes her DO DISHES and she's terrified she'll ruin her nails. So she buys RUBBER GLOVES.
Oh, those were the good old days...before women had to get botox, wear violet contact lenses and just buy rubbers.
Ann encounters her boss, Mrs. DeLacey (who "was probably sixty but looked forty, with white hair as satiny as her pearls, a trim, slim, commanding woman"), Chips, and her roommate, the wholesome Dorcas. They move into what, the super explains "apologetically," used to be a loft...
All four of them moved into a refurbed loft? Odd. But very progressive, in 1950s terms, for Ann and Chips to live together without the benefit of marriage. I suppose Mrs. DeLacey kept any hanky-panky from transpiring.
@waywardgirl: @Princess Leela: Sort of makes you see how freaky today's world really is. Not that I'd want to go back to pre-feminist, pre-civil rights days; I'm no nostalgist. But a 5 minutes look-see on the web and life in 2009 seems positively deranged, doesn't it?
The 2009 version- a flair for bacon. In which young Hamantha finds a job in a diner, falls in love with a pork sausage, fights off some bad ass macon and narrowly escapes being made into an Eggs Benedict- because pigs are like human beings. You must treat them humanely.
Wow, there used to be a time when romance books had lead characters named Ann Roberts, Carole Crane, and Johnny? Now it's a heroine named Desire LeBlanc, who must vie with the nefarious Veronique Merde de Lesseps for the affections of playboy Niccolo Maserati, until Desire comes to her senses and marries the good-natured and hunky stable boy, Brick Haus.
@sarah.of.a.lesser.god (aka Mrs. BrutallyHonestHobbit): I know funny and you, chickie, are funny. Don't forget that in the sequel, Desire's best friend, Honey Pott, hooks up with Brick's best friend, Colt Hardthighs.
I'm trying to think of the names of Cherry Ames's various suitors. I think they were the kinds of names that were more common then but sound odd now. Wade Cooper, the flier, and Lexington Marius Upham, the intern?
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Oh, those were the good old days...before women had to get botox, wear violet contact lenses and just buy rubbers.
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Dorcas. Dor-cas. DORcas.
See? It's nice.
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All four of them moved into a refurbed loft? Odd. But very progressive, in 1950s terms, for Ann and Chips to live together without the benefit of marriage. I suppose Mrs. DeLacey kept any hanky-panky from transpiring.
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Wait, what? No South Beach diet? No Master Cleanse? Does not compute.
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Union shop. HA!
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(If so, why the makeover? Do I have to be pretty to matter?)
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I'm trying to think of the names of Cherry Ames's various suitors. I think they were the kinds of names that were more common then but sound odd now. Wade Cooper, the flier, and Lexington Marius Upham, the intern?
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Except Dake. I'm still puzzling over that one. He was the hero in the second romance I ever read, circa 1994.