Singing Praises

Dear Adele,

Now that I’ve broken up with the Barefoot Contessa I have more time to devote to my girl-crush on you. (Don’t worry, it’s not THAT kind of crush. Just a sincere appreciation of your great musical gift.)

As Yvonne, my co-author, can attest, I’m normally not big on female singers. In fact, except for a brief youthful dalliance with the screaming girl band, Heart, guys have always dominated my personal playlist.

But Yvonne’s been singing your praises, so to speak, since your first album dropped, and when I finally decided to give you a listen, Rolling in the Deep blew me away. Before you could say “See Sandy Procrastinate,” I’d given you the full iTunes-youtube-wikipedia fan-girl treatment.

I wanted you to know that one of your songs probably saved my relationship. My guy and I had a bit of a scrap and I’m ashamed to admit I played the break-up card. I kind of/sort of/maybe meant it at the time, but then I heard THE song. You know the one I mean—the one that makes people realize they’re completely in the wrong after just 20 repetitions and forces them to apologize. I’d name it, but it feels oddly personal even though I’m blogging about it.

Anyhow, it’s all good now on the romance front. My guy isn’t at threatened by my girl-crush because he knows you’re way out of my league. Plus I’m too old for you (see Heart reference above).

But maybe we could all be friends. Obviously, Yvonne and I own your albums, so I was hoping you’d consider giving our books a try? I know, I know, we’re “rom-com” and you’re “heartache,” but something tells me you’re hiding a great sense of humour under that angst.

The good news is that you’ll be able to pick up our latest, Love, Inc., in London bookstores in September. Check out the cute cover our UK publisher, Allison and Busby, has designed.

If you happen to crush back on us—no pressure, but here’s hoping—The Black Sheep and Girl v Boy are set to follow.

Personally, I think you could do with a big dose of the Collins-Rideout happily-ever-afters.

Not to disparage your angst in any way. It certainly helped cure mine. And Yvonne couldn’t be more grateful, because usually she’s the one who has to slap some sense into me. Far better to do it with song.

All the best, and take care of that voice,

Sandy