By Laura Wolf
Attention, all brides-to-be: Book two seats to Vegas, pronto! Thought you wanted a big wedding with a pouffy dress and a nine-piece orchestra? Not so fast. After reading this novel about how to get tied up in matrimonial knots, even a starry-eyed romantic will be begging to hear those three little words: Honey, let's elope.
When magazine editor Amy Thomas's boyfriend pops the question in a popcorn line and slips an emerald ring on her finger ("Lovely and elegant," she notes, "but NOT A DIAMOND"), a girl who never fantasized much about her wedding day becomes Bridezilla, breathing fire in the faces of her bridesmaids and stomping through florist shops. Dealing with 70 to-do items, nearly as many meddling in-laws, Mom's wedding dress (it fits "like a glove. Like a huge dishwashing glove soaking in a big vat of ugly") and parents so stingy that the caterer may end up being Sara Lee, Diary is highly entertaining. Fiancées will relate, and single girls will be grateful that they don't have to try on 500 pairs of ugly satin shoes. (Delta, $10.95)
Bottom Line: Add it to your registry
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