Lou’s life is perfect. She loves her job, her renovated house, and most of all, her gorgeous fiancé, Aidan. But when her old flame and Aidan’s school yard nemesis turn out to be the same person, Hunter Wincott, Lou’s life is blown apart. She must divulge her secret past, or have Hunter give it away. Either way, she runs the real risk of losing Aidan.
In desperation, she turns to Google. A quick search turns up Majique, the Internet Witch, and a spell that will delete herself from Hunter’s memory. But something goes wrong in the casting process, and Lou deletes much more than just a memory. She deletes herself from her life completely.
Luckily, there’s a one-week window for Lou to get back to the life she loved. One week to win back Aidan, before he walks down the aisle with the wrong woman and ruins their shared dream of happiness. It would be easy, if only Aidan had any idea who Lou actually is.
Prior to that I didn’t know that Chick Lit existed. I now kick myself for having missed out on these lovely, quirky reads for all those years!
Zoom forward to today and I have made up for lost time, devouring loads of Chick Lit / Mom Lit / Women’s Fiction novels and have loved the vast majority of them, some becoming my ‘go to books’. Whenever I need a lift, a laugh, a little sniffle, I open these books and it is just as good as the first time I read them. I want to read about characters I can truly relate to, and I find it again and again in this genre.
And while I haven’t bought a magic spell off the internet, like Lou Mercer in ‘Miss Spelled’ I do have the odd ex-boyfriend who is cringe-worthy. You know the type – the ‘what was I thinking’ ex who pops into your mind every now and then, resulting in a violent shiver?
There’s a new number one on my ‘List of Dumb’. The list is not just run of the mill dumb things, like walking into a glass door because a nice set of biceps has caught my attention, or trying to open the garage door with a tampon packet instead of a remote. No. The list and the new number one is something so incredibly dumb, that I should be taken out of the gene pool so as not to pass my genes onto my offspring. Here’s the Lou Mercer top three list of dumb things so far:
Number 3: inadvertently forcing a confession of adultery from a student’s Dad, in a supermarket, after telling him that he was the father of one of my kids (my school kids — as a grade two teacher I call the entire class ‘my kids’).
Number 2: contracting vaginal pneumonia after using an old tissue from my handbag when the loo paper ran out in a deserted public toilet.
And new at the top of the list is buying a magic spell off the internet in order to erase the memory of me from the mind of my long ago ex-boyfriend.
Number three would have been easy to laugh off, albeit uncomfortably, had the man’s wife not been standing next to him when he made the confession. Clearly the guilt of his infidelity was killing him, but apparently they have worked through their marital issues with the help of her new credit card and diamond bracelet.
Number two was quickly fixed with a short course of antibiotics, after medical students were brought in to discuss, in detail, just how a woman might catch pneumonia of the vagina. Never one for the centre of attention, I prayed to the Universe to take me away when one of the interns queried if my vagina would be kind enough to cough for him.
And number one? Well, it didn’t quite work out as planned. Like most things that appear brilliant in theory but are failures of cosmic proportions in practice, the impact of this is still unknown. It’s probably better to start at the beginning...
Naughty Ninja and the only woman in a house of five males.