First post of the year (what a lame title)
I loved Tony Parsons' Man and Boy, but I couldn't bring myself to read the sequel, Man and Wife. Simply because Man and Boy was about a man hitting mid life crisis and making choices that tore his family apart, and how he found new love in a new woman (who wasn't necessarily a bitch either. She was just a new woman) . I don't really want to know more about the new woman :-(
So, I'm almost done with Stories We Could Tell by Tony Parsons now. I have a bittersweet fondness towards his writing, because he is so brutally honest that the truth hurts. But of course, certain happy parts of the truth are always so beautifully told.
I hope this year I will understand men more, because you guys will somehow always remain a mystery. I know we women are complicated, but you guys are just... well......... oh well :-P