Synopses & Reviews
In the third of the It's Never Too Late series, Angie turns andndash; ack! andndash; fifty. But Angie's life is good: her daughter is happily married, her son gainfully employed, her ex has exited, and her best friends are, well, as close to normal as they've ever been (which is not to say very close). So Angie is ready to turn inward to contemplate the meaning of life (and figure out how to paint those little white quarter moons on her French nails). But the life that Angie thought was certainand settled falls apart andndash; again!
Angie gets a new boss andndash; a young man who subscribes to the Idi Amin School of Management andndash; to microandndash;manage her days. Tim hints at being promoted from Angie's boyfriend to fiancand#233;, but her indecision invites an attractive rival to come on Tim's scene. Angie's daughter becomes pregnant, her son turns strangely unfocused, and her own inner voices stop speaking to one another. Oh, and Angie's ex tries to rekindle a flame with her, while his gargantuan girlfriend seems intent on snuffing Angie out completely!
Once again, Angie's three best friends andndash;andndash; women who have seen her through childbirth, divorce, and over thirty years of fluctuating hemlines andndash; come to the rescue using a combination of bikini waxes, belly dance, and Myersandndash;Briggs (honestly, you had to be there). Does Angie figure it all out? Well, some of it. She figures out that you only find yourself when you stop searching, that love really is lovelier the second time around.
Synopsis
Look, I've been in scads of weddings, my own (leading to a dismal marriage and an even more dismal divorce) and approximately twenty-seven others. Which means that I've propped up hysterical brides, sobered up inebriated grooms, changed dirty diapers on flower girls, and worn bridesmaid dresses that were patterned after the Hindenburg. So now that my daughter Jenna has been bitten by the matrimonial bug . . . I can handle it. Being Mother of the Bride couldn't be any worse than being in those other weddings, could it?
In a word, yes.
I'm going to need some serious help. But my posse, my three very best friends, have zoomed into the Twilight Zone. Brilliant Gwen can't find her car keys -- or remember if she owns a car. Sweet-tempered Marie is ready to divorce and/or kill Jack for leaving the toilet seat up. And Jessica, thrice a grandmother, is lusting after guys who should still be offered crayons at Denny's. With insanity running rampant in my inner circle, how the heck are we going to get this wedding planned -- and find dyed-to-match shoes that won't bruise our bunions?
Looks like you're on your own this time, Angie Hawkins . . . for better or (most probably) for worse!
Synopsis
Hoping that the chaotic elements of her life are finally falling into place upon her fiftieth birthday, Angie finds herself unsettlingly disrupted by her young new boss's micro-management style, her boyfriend's hints about getting married, her daughter's pregnancy, and her son's restlessness. By the author of It's Never Too Late to Be a Bridesmaid. Original. 10,000 first printing.
Synopsis
I've survived a disastrous divorce (and some equally disastrous first dates).I've survived my friends' menopause madness and my daughter's nerve-racking nuptials. I'm dating Tim (a Truly Extraordinary Kisser), my career is steady and fulfilling, the kids are launched, my ex has exited, and my best friends are as close to normal as they've ever been (which, honestly, is not very close at all). Yep, as I approach the day I turn the Big Five-O, my life is really humming along—but is it humming along to "Happy Birthday" or the theme song from
Jaws?
Da dum da dum: I get a new boss who subscribes to the Idi Amin School of Micromanagement. Da dum da dum: Tim's amorous intentions might be turning honorable—or turning in another woman's direction. Da dum da dum: My ex schemes to rekindle our non-existent flame—eiouyw! Da dum da dum: My daughter tells me that I—sexy, youthful, Fabulous Fifty me—will soon be a grandmother!
(Really, all I wanted for my fiftieth birthday was some chocolate cake and a few Botox treatments.)
Not to worry. My best friends have a strategy to pull my life back together again: a rigorous regimen of bikini waxing and belly dancing, martial arts and Myers-Briggs—good grief!
I wonder if I'll survive to fifty-one. . . ?
About the Author
Heather Estay lives in Sacramento, California, with her two Beagles, Spud and Alli. Her previous experience writing fiction included several wildly unsuccessful singles' ads and many almost-believable budget variance reports. It's Never Too Late to Get a Life is her first novel. If you don't buy this book, it may be her last.