Every year has its patterns. Some years everyone’s in a new relationship. Other years they’re all breaking up. Recently I’ve had a hundred weddings to attend. Well, I don’t know what’s in the air, but right now I can’t get enough baby books. I loved “Baby Proof” by Emily Giffin and for the past week I couldn’t put down “Tales from the Crib” by Jennifer Coburn. Half stand-up comedy, half scrumptiously charming novel, “Tales from the Crib” is definitely on my Must Read Again list. There are some books I’ll never get enough of – “Bridget Jones’ Diary,” “Pride and Prejudice,” – and now – “Tales from the Crib.”

Coburn opens with a uniquely ironic setting I immediately fell in love with. Only an excerpt will do her comedic styling and rich prose justice:

I didn’t have quite as much time to primp as I’d planned because I kept repeating the home pregnancy test and calling the people at Planned Parenthood, asking them to please check my test results again to be sure they hadn’t accidentally switched my results with someone younger and more fertile than me. Anyway, just as I was about to tell Jack the news, he blurted out that our marriage had run its course and he wanted a divorce. “I love you as a person, but I’m not in love with you and honestly, I don’t think you’re in love with me either.”

At the moment, I want you dead.

“So what did you want to tell me?” he asked. It was a home pregnancy commercial gone terribly, terribly wrong.

Lucy and Jack’s unconventional marriage stories ring so true it’s like a conversation with your best friend, while so laugh-out-loud funny you can’t help but read it out loud to whoever’s sitting closest. I have the urge to pass out copies of the book to random women on the street. But not my copy – I can’t let it go.

I could not put down this novel. I daydreamed about it at work, stayed up too late at night trying to finish, and am now mildly depressed that it’s over. Hence the Must Read Again list. “Tales from the Crib” deserves an equally addicting wine. J. Lohr Estates Bay Mist White Riesling is sweet and youthful, both complementing and contrasting Lucy’s mix of new-mother charm and dejected, bitter resentment. This spritz-y white is enticing, drawing you in with refreshing fruity notes, mirroring this refreshing take on motherhood and marriage.

Cheers to an incredible novel.

xx, Syrah