OK.
Jennifer Lancaster isn't really my pal. But I wish she was.
Some authors, you identify with them because you see yourself in their writing.
Jennifer loves fashion and expensive shoes & handbags and took in a pitbull & another dog & the Thundercats and loves Chicago and got married in Vegas and stays up-to-date on reality TV and is a widely published, wildly popular author.
She? Is not me.
I do not see myself in the pages of her (hilarious, fantastic) books.
Except for the wine-loving, foul-mouthed, overweight Republican part (bless her!), I am nothing like Jennifer.
But oh - how I'd dearly, dearly love to have her as a friend.
