Here's the book I read earlier this week. Black Heels to Tractor Wheels is the unashamedly romantic story of how a city girl meets and falls head over black heels in love with a cowboy. The book wallows in the giggly silliness of love without making me want to gag in the least. But then, I'm a long-time fan of The Pioneer Woman blog, so I'm hardly objective about anything she does. She writes in the same breezy, informal, self-deprecating style of her blog. If you're looking for Literature with a capital L, look elsewhere...this is a bodice ripping romance told by your best friend over coffee in a country kitchen...or at least that's how it feels.
Black Heels is sweet, sad, scary, and honest, but mostly it's funny. If you believe in love--or really want to--read this book.