I wish Lisa Scottoline was my mother, and not just because she’s a best-selling author.
If Lisa was my mom, I guess that would make me Francesca Serritella. That doesn’t seem half bad either, considering the smart, independent, successful writer she is.
Both books are filled with short stories about 20-something Francesca’s life in New York City, Lisa’s midlife in the suburbs and Mother Mary (Lisa’s mother) being, well… Mother Mary.
The stories are funny takes on real life mixed with the occasional heart-felt admissions. Both women are wonderful storytellers. The books make me feel want to hang out with the authors, laughing and eating eggplant parmesan.
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