It’s another book for this week’s recommendation. Are you noticing a pattern here? This week’s rec is based off my love for Sex and the City and literature. For those of you who have seen the first SATC movie, you may remember the scene where Carrie reads excerpts from a book called Love Letters of Great Men. Quotes from this book are used throughout the movie, most prevalently, “Ever Thine, Ever Mine, Ever Ours” from Beethoven’s letter to his Immortal Beloved. Well as soon as I saw this, I knew I had to have that book and immediately made a trip to Barnes and Noble. But you wanna know what? It didn’t exist. Nope. There was no such thing. SATC lied to me. And I was devastated.
I gave up my search for the book, thinking that it would just be a mere literary fantasy, until my latest trip to the B&N. I was perusing all of the shelves, as I normally do, and a bright blue cover caught my eye in what section of the store you ask? Oh yes…the WESTERN section. Hidden amongst tales of cowboys, sheriffs, and saloons, was the book I had been longing for. I kid you not. And it was the only copy the store had. Well um don’t ya know I grabbed it up and ran to the nearest register with my debit card waving violently in the air. After I purchased the book and had recovered from my teen queen panic attack, I started reading the inside flap. Come to find out, a little editor woman named Ursula Doyle compiled all of the letters featured in the book from the big screen and made my fantasy, along with that of millions of other SJP fans, a reality. It even says on the front, “Inspired by the Big Screen.” Never have I been so excited to see a book based off of a movie, rather than the reverse.
All of the letters mentioned in the movie are present, along with those of Mark Twain, Oscar Wilde, Charles Darwin, and my personal favorite, King Henry VIII. And this is no Twilight romance my friends. The letters included in this book are of true love and true literature. The words of these great men are so moving and so eloquent that one would forget Edward Cullen in a turn of a page. Their letters to fiancees, wives, and secret lovers all don these pages and drip with seeming love and adoration. So ladies, if you want your man to gain some inspiration, or if you just want to lose yourself in a world of love separated by war, famine, and nations, pick up this masterpiece. I’m pretty sure I even spotted an edition of Love Letters of Great Women.
Anyone who knows me knows that I love Sex and the City. It’s kind of a guilty pleasure of mine right up there next to Twilight and online window shopping. Even though I was only 9 when the show first aired on HBO and was far too young to watch such a racy show, I soon discovered it right before it went off the air 6 years later. I remember watching the series finale with my best friend in her living room and absolutely loving everything about Carrie Bradshaw and her relationship with Mr. Big. It was the kind of relationship I wanted. Granted, I was only 15 at the time and had very unrealistic expectations about men. But I still wanted my Prince Charming to come to Paris and rescue me and carry me off into the sunset. I mean hey, a girl can dream right?
Ever since that night, I started watching all the episodes that I could. TBS started showing reruns at night and soon there were marathons of old episodes available. I didn’t want to buy the DVD’s for fear of what my mom might say. And then we were introduced to the wonders of Charter On Demand. It had every episode ever aired and I would sit in the living room with my best heels on with some sweet tea in a martini glass. Yes, I stooped that low. I was obsessed. With the fashion, with the romance, with the sisterhood. Did I mention the fashion? Carrie Bradshaw was everything I wanted to be. I’ve always been a huge fan of Sarah Jessica Parker and to have her play one of my favorite characters on televison was the best of both worlds. She was a writer. I was a writer. She had a column and lived in the cutest New York apartment. She had romances and flings and nights out on the town all in her best Dior and Chanel accessories. But through it all her heart belonged to one man and she finally got him in the end. She had the best three girl friends anyone could ask for and lived the life I had envisioned for myself once I graduated college and got my degree in journalism. I still admire her to this day. I know that she’s a fictional character, but I really don’t feel like the real SJP is much different from Carrie. (Besides the 2 kids thing). That show gave women hope. It gave them an outlet and it gave them a greater sense of freedom to do what they wanted with their life.
So while I’m still a few short months from being able to drink my own Cosmopolitan, and while I cannot afford the designer labels that Carrie and her friends could, I still put as much effort into my everyday life as she did. I try to hold my head up as high as I can and look my damn best while doing it. Not only have I learned to have more confidence and to make my life what I want it to be, but I’ve learned that a bright red shoe and a kick ass necklace can make any outfit pop.