I wish it happened more often. Sometimes I meet a beautiful soul mate on the pages of a book and when it happens I am entranced. I remember when I first met Izzy Spellman…
It was this summer. I had had a trying morning and was killing time in a Barnes & Noble looking for a book to read over a solitary lunch. Something fun and distracting. I went to the Mystery section first, but that went nowhere fast. Then Literature, nada. I even scanned the Romance section, I was desperate! Finally I hit the bargain books and that’s when I came across Curse of the Spellmans. I’m not gonna lie, I wasn’t jazzed, it just seemed so-so and it was the second book in a series, but did I mention I was desperate?
Needless to say I really liked the book, it was different and fun. Light but clever, and really funny. However, I loved the character of Izzy Spellman, a 30 year old P.I. living in San Francisco and working in her parents P.I. firm. Izzy is paranoid and a fuck up, smart and a smart-ass. She hates to dress up and she loves her family but is at times (ok most of the time) driven insane by them. A former pot smoker and current regular at a local dive bar. Her best friend is her 80 something lawyer. She’s Liz Lemon without the glamorous job, annoying tendency towards neediness or body image hang ups. In other words, perfect.
Smitten, I moved on (or backwards) to the first book in the series.
Another good book and good mystery. In this book I fell deeper into Izzy fandom, when I read about her attempted romance with Daniel Castillo D.D.S. You see, when she first meets him she lies about her profession and pretends to be a school teacher, a split second decision she commits to whole heartedly and hilariously. I swooned! You see I have also pretended to be a school teacher when I’ve been pulled over for speeding! It totally works. Men love woman teachers. It satisfies all their old comfy stereotypes and makes them feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
I paced myself. There are only three books in the series, and I wanted to save the next book for a necessary occasion. This weekend I went to a funeral for a long time neighbor and hit up the local Barnes & Noble on the way home where I picked up the next book.
So far so good! Court ordered therapy is involved. Do I need to say any more?
Siiiigh. Love.
