Illustration by Angelica Alzona.

The people have spoken!

The sexy mass market classics for which you have opted are: Lace, by Shirley Conran; Outlander, by Diana Gabaldon; and The Witching Hour by Anne Rice. This is despite a very good run by Judy Blume’s Wifey, which came within a mere 20 votes of dethroning the Highland time-traveling tale. I also can’t believe you guys didn’t go for the prehistoric fuckfest that is Jean M. Auel’s The Valley of Horses, but I’m sure I’ll find an excuse to write about it eventually.

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To kick things off, for the month of June, we’ll be reading Lace. Put it on your calendar for Wednesday, June 28th. The flap copy, via Amazon:

“Which one of you bitches is my mother?”

Four elegant, successful, and sophisticated women in their forties are called to New York’s Pierre Hotel to meet Lili — a beautiful, young, and notoriously temperamental Hollywood movie star. None of the women knows exactly why she is there; each has a reason to hate Lili and each of them is astonished to see the others. They are old friends who share a guilty secret and who have for years been doing their best to keep that secret quiet. Their lives are changed forever, however, when Lili suddenly confronts them. When the women refuse to answer her, Lili proceeds to travel around the world through the playgrounds of the rich and famous, seeking to answer the question that has obsessed and almost destroyed her.

From Paris to London, from the boardroom to the bedroom, Lace takes the reader into the rarified world of five unforgettable women who are as beautiful, as complex and as strong as...lace.

Excited to have one too many glasses of rosé and start giggling hysterically at thought of opening every conversation all summer, company-wide meetings included, with “WHICH ONE OF YOU BITCHES IS MY MOTHER?”

In late July we’ll do Outlander—a nice refresher for the fall return of the TV show—and finally, for August, we’ll reserve Anne Rice’s titanically WTF The Witching Hour.