My favorite bookstore in Chicago, After Words at 23 E. Illinois, is having a sale. Any used fiction that they received prior to 2005 is 1/2 off through the end of Feb. Who can resist? Not me. I found Millard Fillmore, Mon Amour in the search. Who can resist that title? Not me.
So what do you call a book that so closely resembles chick-lit but has a male character in the lead role? I'll let you puzzle that one out. Plato Fussell is neurotic and shy while also being rich and good looking. Some guys get all the luck. He made it big in the dot-com craze and now spends his days seeing his shrink, visiting his crazy parents and working on a 10 volume tribute to America's Forgotten President, Millard Fillmore.
Sure his life is not perfect - he has many mis-steps and misunderstandings througout the book. It is as hard to find love for a man who turns people's names into spoonerisms as it is for a British woman who thinks she weighs too much. In the end, though, things work out with some insights along the way that everyone maybe has a little Plato (or Bridget) inside of them and that it's better to get out into the world and enjoy life than worry about every little detail. I especially liked the Mom in this book who maybe had to wait too long for her second chance but grabbed it with both hands when it happened.