My ultra-fabulous agent sister, Julie Murphy, has an amazing book coming out March 18 called Side Effects May Vary. It is wicked good. Here’s the description:
When sixteen-year-old Alice is diagnosed with leukemia, her prognosis is grim. To maximize the time she does have, she vows to spend her final months righting wrongs—however she sees fit. She convinces her friend Harvey, whom she knows has always had feelings for her, to help her with a crazy bucket list that’s as much about revenge (humiliating her ex-boyfriend and getting back at her arch nemesis) as it is about hope (doing something unexpectedly kind for a stranger and reliving some childhood memories). But just when Alice’s scores are settled, she goes into remission.
Now Alice is forced to face the consequences of all that she’s said and done, as well as her true feelings for Harvey. But has she done irreparable damage to the people around her, and to the one person who matters most?
Pretty awesome, right?
A bunch of us who’ve read it wanted to show our love for Side Effects May Vary by doing our own bucket lists, and at first I thought, Yeah! Bucket list. Let’s do this thing!
Then I realized I had a problem.
I should first explain that I put a restriction on my bucket list-making. I could only put things on it that might actually happen or be within my power to make happen. So forget about, “Go to Hogwarts” or “Ride a velociraptor” or other stuff like that.
I also needed to take into account certain personal flaws/traits/what-have-yous while making my list. For example, much as I like the idea of space tourism and believe it will become a reality in the not-too-distant future, I know that there’s no way that I, Kristen Lippert-Martin, owner of possibly the worst vestibular system on the planet, could actually go up in a rocket and bop around in zero G. I nearly hurled on the “Mission: Space” ride at Disney World. In fact, I consider it one of my finest achievements that I didn’t actually puke or demand to be removed from the ride immediately after the doors closed. Point is, me and space travel? Nope, nope, nope.
ALSO much as I’d like to shoot hoops with Benedict Cumberbatch, that is not entirely within my control—Mr. Cumberbatch would need to agree, obvs—soooo, didn’t put that on the list either.
OK, so here’s what I DID put on my list:
1) I’d like to own a powder blue Vespa and ride it around saying, “Ciao, bella!” to everyone I pass.
2) I’d like to visit New Zealand.
5) OMG I STILL DON’T KNOW. WHAT’S THE MATTER WITH ME?
That’s right, just two items in and I stalled out. And I was like, what kind of loser can’t even think of anything to put on a bucket list? Sheesh. What does this say about me?
Then I realized that it says, I suppose, that I’m a pretty contented person, and I’ve already done a lot more than I ever imagined I would.
That’s not such a bad thing all in all.
Of course, now that I’ve said this, I realize that someday I’m gonna get hit by someone on a powder blue Vespa while I’m visiting New Zealand and break my legs and arms and pelvis. Because life thinks it’s totally hilarious with all that irony shizz.
I thank you, Julie, for helping me to realize that my bucket list is pretty short and that’s a good thing.
Also, your book rocks it like a hurricane. Everyone should buy it. Like, right now.
Alice + Harvey 4-EVAR