I’m currently reading Practice Makes Perfect by Julie James and it just might be my favorite contemporary romance ever. The chemistry and dialogue is nothing short of exquisite.
I’m only halfway through it, but if it continues on with this level of awesomeness, I’ll repeat that statement when I’m done but without the qualification of just might. And it surprises me because I don’t generally choose books featuring lawyers. Not that I have anything against lawyers, but I come from generations of blue-collar and married blue-collar, so romance novel lawyers aren’t people I generally identify with strongly.
Which brings me to the title of the blog post. Everything I know about lawyers I learned from TV and reading, and I don’t watch many legal shows. But the other day I was talking to somebody about the Tall Kid’s impending high school classes and she mentioned he’d make a great lawyer.
My reaction was wholly negative. I don’t want him to work that hard. I don’t want him to be that stressed out and pressured. I definitely don’t want him to be almost forty with absolutely no enjoyment because his entire life has become gotta make partner, gotta make partner, gotta make partner. I’d rather he make minimum wage and enjoy the hell out of his life.
The person with whom I was having that conversation pointed out that many mothers would be pleased if their sons became lawyers, but all I could think of was the numerous romance heroes and heroines out there who can’t even go on a date Saturday night without their entire career path going up in smoke.
I’m thinking, if the Tall Kid should decide to pursue a legal career, he’s not going to accept my rationale for talking him out of it, though.