"I was so very tired of games. But I'd never met a sexy guy who didn't make me play them."
"...that tall sleek body dressed in a dark green dress shirt and black pants that hugged him like they'd loved him all their life."
"Then I stopped savoring, and the words 'good to myself' rang through my head."
Lydia Grange is a popular online columnist. Single, savvy and smart, she's perceived as Canada's answer to Carrie Bradshaw. When one of the lead columnists in the office leaves, Lydia is asked to compete with her two coworkers for the high profile job. The premise of the competition is straightforward - increase site traffic through a "Be Good to Yourself and teach your followers how to be the same" campaign. Lydia believes she has this one nailed down, after all she's good to herself all the time. Unchecked retail therapy at bargain prices, sexy guys leading to sex with no strings, slices of fabulous cheesecake whenever possible and a staggering Starbucks habit chock full of sugary, caffeinated heaven. All in the name of feeling good as often as possible. However, as the competition goes on, Lydia discovers that her version of being good to herself usually falls short of the intended result. And it's this self discovery that kept me turning the pages.
Lydia certainly made me uncomfortable and for several chapters I didn't understand why. Then I realized she reminded me of, well, me. Her epiphanies come slowly and are hard earned, but when they arrive, I guarantee you, as a reader, will be nodding your head and cheering her on and perhaps seeing more than a little something of yourself in her. Oh, and the purse on the cover. Been there and bet you have too.
Ms. Wardell is one of my favorite authors and in Good to Myself, she reminds me why. A modern romance where the protagonist finds her way first is the very best kind. Well written and well done. Two thumbs up. Way up.