Teaser Tuesday - 2/2/16

Photo credit: Jane Green's website

I just finished physically reading my first biography since high school (though I've listened to a few audiobooks), so as a reward for my accomplishment, I decided to take it easy with a fun, chick-lit book. And nobody does that better than Jane Green, who happens to be the author of one of my very favorite books of all time--Bookends. I highly recommend it for anyone who enjoys these sorts of books.

This, however, is not Bookends. It's a slightly newer release called Swapping Lives (or Life Swap, for those in the UK). I'm about halfway through and really enjoying myself.

What if a successful, single Londoner and a comfortable, Connecticut mother of two were to walk in each other's shoes for a month? Vicky Townsley is the director of Poise! magazine and lives a glamorous London life. She has everything she wants-except marriage, children, and a house in the country. Amber Winslow has a stone mansion in Connecticut, two kids, and a nanny, but she hasn't found the fulfillment she had expected from being a wife and mother. When she spots an intriguing contest in Poise! Amber impulsively enters, never expecting to be picked. ​

The rules for Teaser Tuesday are:

• Grab your current read
• Open to a random page
• Share two (2) “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page
• BE CAREFUL NOT TO INCLUDE SPOILERS! (make sure that what you share doesn’t give too much away! You don’t want to ruin the book for others!)
• Share the title & author, too, so that other TT participants can add the book to their TBR Lists if they like your teasers! Then hit up A Daily Rhythm to add your link.

And the teaser:

Vicky is sitting on the floor of the tiny second bedroom that doubles as her office, sifting through yet another pile. Thus far she has found four unpaid bills, all of which are a minimum of four months old; two invitations to parties, both of which she realizes she not only missed, but never even rsvp'd; a press release about a new method of laser vein removal that she'd brought home from work, not wanting anyone to know she was about to get the spider veins in her legs treated, and had been looking for for weeks; her driver's license--how in the hell did that get there? Wasn't it always in her bag?--and some readers' letters that she had brought home to respond to, but that had swiftly been eaten up by the pile.