Dec 23 2014 2:00pm

First Look: Kieran Kramer’s You’re So Fine (December 30, 2014)

You're So Fine by Kieran KramerKieran Kramer
You're So Fine
St. Martin's Press / December 30, 2014 / $7.99 print, digital

Lacey Clark’s dreams of Hollywood stardom didn’t turn out quite the way she planned. Instead, her life is more of the daytime-drama variety: One of her actor ex-boyfriends fathered a child with another woman, and now, long story short, Lacey is the adopted single mother of his son. She takes little Henry with her to South Carolina to escape the film business but winds up working at a small movie studio, determined to do a good job both on set and at “home.” Only problem is she ends up sharing a house with movie star Beau Wilder, who is no role model for Henry—and only spells trouble for Lacey…

Beau is arguably the most gorgeous man on the planet—and a known ladies’ man. His wealthy Low country pedigree is rivaled only by his bad-boy charm, a combination that proves irresistible for Lacey. And he adores Henry! If they weren’t both on a movie set, their lives would seem too good to be true…unless the chemistry—not to mention the burning attraction—between them is real, and Hollywood’s golden boy is actually falling for this sassy single mom? When it comes to love, sometimes you just have to throw out the script…

Every heard of GRITS? I’m not talking about the food product. I’m talking about Girls Raised In The South. I hadn’t heard of that terminology before, but I discovered that I very much like the description of these heroines based on Lacey Clark from Kieran Kramer's You’re So Fine.

Lacey is memorable. Even though she failed as an actress in Hollywood, her role in Biker Aliens made that movie a cult classic. Beau Wilder recognizes her almost immediately. And after he gets to know her a bit, he realizes that Lacey wasn’t acting:

She played herself—A southern-fried version of Kate Upton with a little bit of Marilyn Monroe and Cher—yes, mouthy, offbeat Cher—thrown in. She was lush. Sexy as hell. The kind of woman every man wanted in his bed, with meat on her bones and a face that rocked the classic male fantasy, all pouty swagger one minute and fresh-off-the-farm country girl the next.

She does stand out because of her figure, but Lacey loves dressing up and standing out.

. . . she put on her pink-peony-colored lipstick, lined her eyes Sophia Loren-style, and used up the last of her drugstore mascara. She brushed her hair back so it puffed on top—a retro look still popular in the South—and swept the rest up in a high ponytail cinched in a button band monogrammed with an L, a gift to herself from a kids’ accessory store.

But that is only one part of her personality. She is mother, a wonderful mother who would do anything for her boy. In fact, she gives thanks every day that she recognized that she and Henry were meant to be together:

She smiled at her boy. It was a miracle how her young, naïve self had also apparently contained a deep well of wisdom that had guided her to the best decision of her life: to adopt the infant son of her first Hollywood boyfriend, a wannabe actor who’d cheated on her with a seventeen-year-old aspiring actress and become a father as a result.

. And she is a daughter too. Even though she is long past needing her mother’s approval and acceptance. She still wants it—-for herself and her son.

“Watch me, Grandpa!” he said to Walt, and bolted.

It broke Lacey’s heart when Walt didn’t say anything back. But at least he and Sheena followed him with their eyes.

“What do you think of him?” She didn’t mean to speak out loud. But she had, and she wanted to know. She was desperate to know. . .

“He’s a nice boy.” Walt sounded peeve to be forced to reply.

“Very polite,” added Sheena.

Lacey was seriously disappointed, but she couldn’t give up. “Are you ready to claim him as your grandson?”

Sheena sighed. “He can call us Grandma and Grandpa,” she said slowly, “and we won’t object.”

Walt didn’t look too happy about that. “You’ve adopted him under California state law?”

“Five whole years ago.” A tremor of anger went through her. “It’s permanent. How long will it take you to use his name? How long will it take for you to be happy you’re his grandparents?”

Walt shook his head. “I’ve got nothing against the kid. But you’ve backed yourself into a corner taking him on, and your mother and I can’t help you with money. . .”

“I never expected your financial help.” The deep hurt made her numb. “Only your love.”

You know, even though Lacey is written as being from the South, I suspect she could be a woman from anywhere in the world. She loves to doll herself up—not for other people, but for herself. She has tried many different things. Some have worked out—like motherhood, and others not so much—like her acting career. She has had to pick herself up off the ground after life has gotten a few knocks in. And she craves family. And most of all she wants to give her child the moon.

She could be you or me, and that's what makes You’re So Fine enjoyable!


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