The Shiksa Syndrome

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Do shiksas really have more fun? A Jewish girl is about to find out in Laurie Graff’s wickedly witty novel.

SHIK·SA (shĭk'sə)
n. Yiddish
1. A non-Jewish woman. 2. A quintessential blonde beauty. 3. A Jewish boy’s dream. 4. A Jewish girl’s nightmare.

Manhattan publicist Aimee Albert knows a good spin, but she’s the one who winds up reeling when her gorgeous, goyishe boyfriend ...

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Overview

Do shiksas really have more fun? A Jewish girl is about to find out in Laurie Graff’s wickedly witty novel.

SHIK·SA (shĭk'sə)
n. Yiddish
1. A non-Jewish woman. 2. A quintessential blonde beauty. 3. A Jewish boy’s dream. 4. A Jewish girl’s nightmare.

Manhattan publicist Aimee Albert knows a good spin, but she’s the one who winds up reeling when her gorgeous, goyishe boyfriend breaks up with her–on Christmas! Aimee dusts herself off and decides to seek companionship with a member of her own tribe. There’s just one problem: all the shiksas are snapping them up!
So when the very cute, Jewish, and gainfully employed Josh Hirsch catches Aimee’s eye at a kosher wine tasting and mistakes her for a shiksa, what’s a girl to do? Unfortunately, the charade goes on longer than Aimee planned, and her life becomes more complicated than a Bergman film. But Aimee begins to discover that her identity isn’t as easily traded as a pair of Jimmy Choos, and she must decide if having the man of her dreams is worth the price of giving up so much of who she is.

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Editorial Reviews

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“The entertaining blend of farcical scenarios and quick-fire prose finds an unexpected poignancy…” — Daily News

“The zany scenarios propel the novel but belie a powerful moral core about identity and cultural perceptions.” ¯Jewish Living Magazine

“Saturating this fluffy romantic comedy of errors is a more subtle commentary about religion and identity that raises the question: How much of yourself do you have to give up in order to be with someone else?” — San Francisco Chronicle

“A witty read with the satisfying crunch of crusty rye and the sting of hot mustard, no matter what you put between the slices.” — Jewish News of Greater Phoenix

“If you’ve got a funny bone, Graff will latch on and refuse to let go.” — LibraryJournaL.com

“Readers will enjoy Aimee's chance to rediscover herself and to recognize what she truly values.” — Library Journal

“Hilarity ensues.” — Glamour.com

“On a scale from 1 to ten this gets 10 Stars...of David.” — Beyond Her Book, PW Blog

“…some funny moments.” — USA Today

“…discerning insight and astute observations that are often quite amusing as well. “ — The Jerusalem Post

"At first, Laurie Graff's novel made me wish that I was a shiksa.  Then I was glad that I wasn't.  Now I'm more confused than ever.” — Alan Zweibel - Author of The Other Shulman and Clothing Optional

Praise for Laurie Graff

You Have to Kiss a Lot of Frogs

“I never knew bad dates could be so good.”
—Kelly Ripa

“A provocative and intelligent look at the ways that people search for a meaningful life.”
Publishers Weekly

“A jaunty trek through the dating minefield in search of Mr. Right. Karrie handles the frogs with heart, humor, and hubris. Look for the sequel.”
Family Circle

“Graff put the litany of losers, Casanovas, weirdos, and plain old bad choices to work for her in her new book, You Have to Kiss a Lot of Frogs.”
Miami Herald

“More than just a catalogue of loser guys and bad relationships, Graff’s smart and funny novel shows just how hard finding the right man can be and how easy it is for a relationship to fail.”
Booklist

“We’re rooting for her to find everything she’s been missing—which turns out to be less than she imagines.”
Daily News

Looking for Mr. Goodfrog

“Navigating the cyber pond with Karrie Kline while Looking for Mr. Goodfrog leaves one laughing on the outside while your heart is breaking on the inside! I found it ribbiting.”
—Jamie Gertz, actress

“Graff . . . offers a fun tour of New York, and readers will welcome the return of her smart narrator.
Publishers Weekly

Publishers Weekly

In the winning latest from chick lit-ster Graff (Looking for Mr. Goodfrog), Manhattan publicist Aimee Albert, who is Jewish and whose first love, Sam, died during 9/11, has just split with her goy boyfriend Peter McKnight. Desperate for a Jewish husband and children reared in the faith, Aimee, relying on an imagined Jewish male penchant for non-Jewish women (shiksas), loses mega poundage on a "Depression Diet," straightens and dyes her dark hair red, pops in green contacts and becomes a Shiksa Barbie. Gentile co-worker Krista Dowd drags the new Aimee to a Jewish mixer, where Krista hooks up with Matt Goldman, a Jewish CPA, and Aimee meets GQ-cute Josh Hirsch, who runs LoveLoaves, a lucrative family business, and who only dates shiksas. For her part, Aimee soon discovers how lies can escalate into self-destruction and self-enlightenment. Graff's prose crackles with winning wit, making her potentially annoying conceit go down like a chocolate-covered macaroon. (Sept.)

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THE SHIKSA SYNDROME is a funny and entertaining read. Once I picked it up, I couldn't put it down and actually finished it on the same day. Now I'm eager to get my hands on Laurie Graff's other novels, YOU HAVE TO KISS A LOT OF FROGS and LOOKING FOR MR. GOODFROG. If they're half as good as THE SHIKSA SYNDROME, I have some great reading ahead.—Amie Taylor
Booklist
Graff's latest is by turns funny and poignant . . .
Jewish Living
Laurie Graff's hilarious and sharp-witted novel is breezy enough to devour quickly, but resonant, too. When Josh Hirsch mistakes Manhattan publicist Aimee Albert for a non-Jew, she plays along until she realizes she's sacrificing her humor and honesty for a guy with questionable values. The zany scenarios propel the novel but belie a powerful moral core about identity and cultural perceptions.
Daily News
The entertaining blend of farcical scenarios and quick-fire prose finds an unexpected poignancy . . .
San Francisco Chronicle
Saturating this fluffy romantic comedy of errors is a more subtle commentary about religion and identity that raises the question: How much of yourself do you have to give up in order to be with someone else?
Jewish News of Greater Phoenix
A witty read with the satisfying crunch of crusty rye and the sting of hot mustard, no matter what you put between the slices.
Glamour.com
Hilarity ensues.
PW Blog Beyond Her Book
On a scale from 1 to ten this gets 10 Stars...of David.
USA Today
. . . some funny moments.
The Jerusalem Post
. . . discerning insight and astute observations that are often quite amusing as well.
Library Journal

Writer/actress Graff (Looking for Mr. Goodfrog) writes here about New Yorker Aimee Albert, a thirtysomething single Jewish woman who, wanting to find "a nice Jewish boy," attempts to pass for a shiksa (non-Jewish woman). When a handsome, eligible, Jewish man takes the bait, Aimee attempts to hide her religion and true self to hilarious consequence. Audie® Award nominee Hillary Huber (www.hillaryhuber.com; A Field of Darkness) brings Aimee, her family, and her friends to life, capturing each character's distinct dialect, accent, and tone of voice. Recommended for fiction collections in public libraries. [With tracks every three minutes for bookmarking; audio clip available through www.blackstoneaudio.com; the Broadway hc was recommended "for all fiction collections," LJ8/08.-Ed.]
—Ilka Gordon

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780767927628
  • Publisher: Crown Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 9/8/2009
  • Pages: 336
  • Product dimensions: 5.10 (w) x 7.90 (h) x 0.90 (d)

Meet the Author

LAURIE GRAFF is the author of the novels You Have to Kiss a Lot of Frogs and Looking for Mr. Goodfrog. She lives in New York City.
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Boy Vey
It would be one thing if I didn't love being Jewish. If I were more like my cousin Marni, who boasts about exchanging Hanukkah gifts on Christmas because she's such a bad Jew. Perhaps I'd understand if I grew up in some small remote town, in the only Jewish family for miles on end, total assimilation the key to survival. But I didn't. Raised on New York's Upper West Side, I never even rebelled. Shiksa wannabee nowhere on my wish list. So standing next to my gorgeous goyishe boyfriend, a la American Gothic, I'm way beyond bah, humbug.
I watch Peter carve the ham as expressionless as the girl in that portrait. Knowing I don't want to be here cohosting this party. Guiltily wanting to leave now and go back to work. Wishing I could just celebrate Christmas the Jewish way, with Chinese food and a movie.
"Hey, everyone," Peter calls out to the room of hungry orphans, half of them tangled up in a game of Twister. Oh. Not what you think. It's an orphan Christmas party, for people who can't make it home. "Listen up. Dinner is served."
"And," I chime in, "after Christmas dinner we're going to play dreidel, dreidel, dreidel and then have latkes and sour cream for dessert."
Baxter, Peter's lovable mutt, barks in approval. But his master only shakes his head. "Aimee Albert."
"What?" Like I don't know.
"It's enough you brought bagels," says Peter, looking at the mixed dozen strategically placed between the green bean casserole, marshmallow sweet potatoes, and his grandmother's pumpkin pie.
"Well, you told me to bring bread." A publicist, I always know a good spin.
"Hey, great party, McKnight," interrupts Jax, Peter's new best bud from the LaughTrack. He grabs an everything bagel and with a fork smears the insides with mustard. "Making myself here a big ole ham sandwich. And then point me to those latkes. Christmas was never like this in Scranton."
"See, P. What've you got to say to that?"
Peter doesn't answer. For a stand-up, he's not so fast with the comebacks.
"You made it," he says, instead, greeting the couple who just walked in. A couple who happen to be my parents.
"Will you look at all this," says Maddie, unzipping her black down coat before handing it to my dad. "Peter, you did all this yourself?"
Running her red manicured fingers through her touched-up brown hair, my mother's sure to catch my eye when she speaks. We had a big to-do this morning when she found out I was going into work instead of coming straight to Peter's.
"You're not going early to help him?" she shrieked into my cell phone. "You're just going to show up? Like a guest?"
The working-on-Christmas tradition began almost a decade ago with my then boyfriend. Sam's gone more than six years, but it's continued. My tradition's harder to break than my fast on Yom Kippur. Besides, Peter managed just fine.
"Everything like my mom," he answers, I think a little sad. The first Christmas he's not spent at home. Last year, we'd only known each other a few months, and he went without me. This is his first with me, and a first for me.
"Hey, can you heat up more of those latkes?"
"Mom, Dad, this is Jax," I introduce. "Peter's friend. A comedian from the club."
"Sid Albert," my father says, extending his hand. "So how's the comedy business, Jax? I'll be honest with you. I always wonder how anyone makes a living at that."
So do Jax and Peter, I think, grateful at least one of them is out of earshot.
"What do you do, sir?" Jax responds, appropriately ignoring the question.
"Advertising. Consumer. Like Aimee here," Sid eagerly explains, seventy-two, retirement nowhere in sight. He talks over his shoulder as he goes to the food table to make himself a plate.
"Actually I'm in consumer PR, and it's a totally different thing," I tell Jax before I head to the kitchen. I hear the voice of my father, who's found a captive audience, trail behind me.
"Aimee says PR creates news you can use, but all that's the spin. You're really just talking about a product. I'm telling you, Jax, if you have good advertising . . ."
". . . you don't need PR," I mouth, finishing the sentence along with my father and suddenly my mother, who followed me into the kitchen. We shake our heads and laugh while I pick up a potholder to open the oven door.
"This party is so lovely," says Maddie. She pulls a small ice-cream chair out from under the small, round table and sits. "Daddy and I just dropped by for a bit. We're making a matinee. I thought we'd all go, but I'm glad you're here with Peter. You should celebrate with him. After all, it is his holiday."
She's so observant.
"How's Daph?" I ask. My sister and her husband, Rich, fled the New Jersey burbs of West Orange to spend the holiday at their time-share in Aruba. The luxury of being married to a partner in a law firm. Ever since Sam, this is a subject my mother and I no longer discuss.
"She sent an e-mail to say they landed. Your father got it out of the computer. I'm still not sure how to work that farkakte printer."
Maddie's Hanukkah gift from Sid. Or maybe Sid's Hanukkah gift to Sid.
"Hannah and Holdenn are having a ball," she says. Grandchildren courtesy of my younger sibling. The middle, I now think of my older.
"Jon still in Italy?" I ask, removing the hot dish from the oven and placing it on top of the stove.
"You want me to put the latkes on this tray?" Maddie stands, eager to help.
"He's on location. And I can tell by what he doesn't say my son's got a new one." She blows on a potato pancake before taking it into her mouth.
"He e-mailed something vague about an Italian Vogue model." The humdrum life of a Soho photographer. "So. Another lasting shidduch, huh, Ma?"
"Jonathan doesn't have to marry right away. He has more time. He's a boy."
"Hello. He just turned forty-four," I say, annoyed with the double standard, biology, and my mother's quick defense of the Jewish Prince, rightful pedigree of her firstborn son. "Speaking of, guess who I ran into today? Remember Michael Cohen?" He was all I talked about as a teen; how could she not? "He's in finance now, married, two kids. They're moving back to the city."
"Really!" Though my mother's quite fond of Peter, I swear she's disappointed I'll never reconnect with my old Hebrew school flame. "Jewish?" she asks, I know, of the wife.
"Converted." Finding more eggnog in the fridge, I begin to pour several containers into a big mixing bowl.
"Makes sense to me. Girls will do anything for a good Jewish husband. And why not?"
"That was really unkind," I bite, as the comment does. Though my mother has mellowed. If ten years ago I brought home a non-Jewish out-of-work comedian, Maddie would have gone through the roof. But that was before. Now having hurt her, my mother barks back.
"What's going on in here?" My father's gray curly head pops through the kitchen door. The damage control detector heard above the noise of the party.
"We're coming. Can you grab that, Ma?" I say of the hot tray, eager to escape the heat of the kitchen.
"Oh, Aimee, I forgot to tell you," Maddie chatters behind me. "I ran into Rosie and Bill in the elevator, and guess what? Stefani Carter's getting remarried."
Only I don't quite make it out unscathed. "Why are you so provocative, Ma?"
"Who's Stefani?" intercepts Jax, rushing to take a few latkes from the tray before Maddie even makes it to the table.
"Neighbors in our building. She grew up with Aimee," my father says, beaming at the mention of the buxom blonde.
I still shudder when I remember rehearsing our number from The Sound of Music for her church's Christmas pageant. As Maria, little Stefani danced barefoot across her living room, her hills alive. Meanwhile, I practically sweat to death as Mother Superior. My head clad in scarves, itching in my mom's black wool dress. A habit I wanted to break.
"Says the guy's crazy about Stef," my mother proceeds to tell Jax. "He's a director on that soap she's on," she continues, rearranging the food. "And this one's Jewish."
"And why not? Makes total sense to me," says Sid.
"How so?" asks Jax, reaching past him for the sour cream. Sid's new sidekick.
"She's what they call a Shiksa Goddess," says Sid, cleaning his wire-rim glasses with his shirttail. "Jewish men are very attracted to that," he explains to the clueless comic.
"So she's as cute as Aimee?" asks Jax.
"No one's as cute as Aimee," rescues Peter, putting his arm around me. "Hey, come on. We're ready to play Thieving Secret Santa. You guys in?" he asks my parents.
My mother looks at her watch. "We're going to have to leave," she announces. Not a moment too soon. "Thank you for everything, Peter. Sid, get the coats. And Aimee, come here for a second. I want to talk to you."
I signal Peter to go on without me. My first mistake. Then I turn to talk to my mother, about to make my second.
"If I tell you something about other people, it has nothing to do with you, you understand?" she says. "So I don't know why you make everything so personal. I'm just talking."
"Good. Are you done?"
About to say more, she is interrupted by my father.
"Mad, come on." At the front door with Peter, Sid calls to my mother, her coat draped over his arm.
Maddie's eyes shift up, and with a quick glance I see her check the clock. Knowing her routines by heart, I expect she'll now remind me mine is ticking . . . and loudly. "If we waste time, we'll miss out," we both hear my father interject. Her point exactly, and so conveniently made, she just gives me a kiss good-bye and brushes past, leaving me to rejoin the party.
My mother is gone, but her words stay behind, sticking around for the rest of the day. By the end, they attach themselves to all the dirty dishes, glomming on to each piece of silverware, every glass and tray. Later, at Peter's kitchen sink, I clean up the mess. But despite many squirts of Joy, it will not be washed away.
Stefani marrying this Jewish director really bugs me. Everything does. In this round my mother and I did not go as far as usual. Thankfully, I did not have to hear At least she's making a life for herself. But it's as if I had.
From behind I feel Peter, lifting my long dark curls and kissing my neck. His right hand reaches past me to the faucet. He turns the water off. Leading me into the living room, he seats me under the tree. Let the gift giving begin.
"Ruff! Ruff!" Baxter nuzzles his way in, so he gets his presents first. He tears through the wrappings with vigor. His bulky, black body presses on a stuffed elf that squeaks "Merry Christmas" as he chews on a brand-new pig's ear.
"He's easy to please," I say. But so is Peter, who's already wrapped the gray cashmere Barney's scarf around his neck and tossed the matching hat on his head.
"Extravagant," he says, kissing me before he reaches behind the tree and hands me a very small box. "Here, Aimee. Merry Christmas."
I look at Peter taking the very small--jewelry-box-small--gift into my hands. Oh, no. He couldn't have. He shouldn't have. He's going to propose. And on Christmas! In all my fantasies of getting engaged, there was nary a one that ever took place under a tree on Christmas.
My heart thumps; my French-manicured nails slide across the package and carefully undo the red foil wrap. The rim of the little black box is lined with gold. I lift off the top, but instead of a dazzling diamond there's a square piece of paper.

Good for One Super-Duper Massage . . . PLUS!!!
Love, Peter

I instantly burst into tears.
"Now what?" asks Peter, immediately removing his presents, placing them back in their gift box. "Not enough?"
Sad to be disappointed and sadder to note I also feel relieved, I find it easy to embrace my guilt. And a lot still lingers from Hanukkah.
"I love this," I wail, clutching the homemade coupon. "And you so already outdid yourself."
I gave Peter a Gap sweater, and he gave me a Jewish cookbook. Then, in front of the entire Albert clan, he gave me another gift: a state-of-the art thirteen-inch flat-screen TV. Peter worked like a dog, pulling in extra bartending shifts just to make the holiday a really big deal. A Jewish guy would have known Hanukkah's only a big deal for the kids. Not to mention a Jewish guy would never have paid retail.
"So what is it?" Peter grabs a beer from the cooler, twists off the cap, and takes a slug. He sits facing me on the club chair we found on the street and, not counting the stoop, schlepped up four flights of stairs. "Aim, just tell me what you want."
"I want," I begin, or try to. How can I describe what's going on to Peter when it is only now being revealed to myself.
"A guy who makes more money?"
We are off to a very bad start. Although not quite as bad as it would have been if Peter had actually given me a ring. Be careful of what you want. That it's time to admit we're not ready to marry is obvious. That we can no longer continue this way is not.
"It's not money. It's . . . ummm . . . direction," I finally say, practically whisper, my words still at the starting gate. Words I now feel are mine, not my mom's. "And . . ." I take a breath. "I don't see where this can go," I finish, letting them out as they race away.
"Just give me another year," Peter says, right away. "In another year I'm sure the work can turn around."
He said the same thing last year.

From the Hardcover edition.

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Reading Group Guide

1. What were your expectations of this novel, based on the title and cover? Now that you’ve read it, were your expectations fulfilled?

2. Which character did you identify with more closely, Aimee or Krista? In your opinion, which one stayed more true to herself? Who was the better friend? Why?

3. Discuss the metaphor of driving. In what ways was Aimee’s reluctance to learn to drive a reflection of her life in general? And what did it signify when she did get her license?

4. Dating outside your faith is a highly personal decision–have you ever done it? Why do you think Aimee was willing to date Peter in the first place, considering her beliefs?

5. What role did Peter play in Aimee’s predicament? Did they break up because of her assumptions, or because of his behavior? Discuss his Christmas gift to her, and especially its packaging. How would you have responded?

6. Have you ever pretended to be something or someone you’re not in the name of love? How did your results resemble Aimee’s?

7. What role did Aimee’s parents play in her decisions? Was she correct in her assumptions about what they really wanted for her? Why was Aimee so set on marrying a Jewish man, when her parents didn’t seem to mind either way?

8. Discuss the concept of shiksa as brand, especially Aimee’s assertion that “Your brand stands for something to your customers. They can relate to who you are because somehow you’ve created a connection with their soul. And you can control that perception.”(page 48) In her relationship with Josh, how did this work in Aimee’s favor, and how did it work against her?

9. Throughout the book, characters buy into stereotypes: Josh thinks Aimee will order a cocktail because she’s a shiksa; Krista thinks a Jewish man won’t ever cheat; and so on. How does it harm them to make these assumptions, and how does it help them navigate life? Does it matter if they’re right or wrong?

10. On page 59, Aimee tells Krista “I don’t feel I’m doing anything to Josh he doesn’t want done.” Does she really believe this? In what ways was she right, and how was she wrong?

11. Re-read the section on page 153 in which Aimee compares herself to Esther. Is her comparison apt? Why?

12. At the Shabbat service, the rabbi says (page 262): “To lie is a fragmentation of the soul. It is fraud. And if you are successful, if you are able to–pull it off–you cheat not only the people you lie to, but yourself. For you are not whole. You are broken.” At what point does Aimee realize she is broken? Why does it take her so long? What does she do about it?

13. What about Josh? How did his treatment of eMay differ from the way he would’ve treated Aimee? Re-read the conversation they have in the Japanese restaurant, starting on page 280. Whose behavior was worse, ultimately?

14. Of all the many lies and betrayals Aimee commits during her shiksa period, in your opinion, which is the worst, and why? How did you feel about Aimee when she did that? Would you have forgiven her, if it were your life?

15. How does pretending to be a shiksa expand Aimee’s worldview? Her personality? Her life experience? In the end, was it good for her? Would you ever want to try such an experiment?

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 2, 2010

    Average

    Predictable. Fast read but not very funny or interesting.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 1, 2010

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    The Bad Book Syndrome

    This is a dreadful book with so many plot holes it qualifies as Swiss cheese. Nobody could be a stupid as the main character and you could see the outcome of this book for a mile - must be all the Swiss cheese holes

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 25, 2011

    easy read

    I found this book easy to read, finished it in one day, and I liked the story. Even though I am not a jew I found that the issues the main character had to deal with very familiar to real life. Over all I liked it and would recommend it

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 11, 2010

    Cute Story about getting What you Want

    ...and then finding out it's not really what you want. The story had funny moments and the main character's frustrations were sympathetic. Good beach reading.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 18, 2009

    Loved it!!!

    I loved this book! I was definitely sad that it was over and it was so funny and so good!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 14, 2009

    This shiksa loved Shiksa Syndrome!

    The main character hides her true self to catch a man. And boy things get complicated! The author has fun with the details of the Jewish holidays and the dating life in New York City. There are some good twists and basically I think the writer has a flair for words and fun characters and situations. If you're looking for an enjoyable read, and an interesting look at cultural differences, try this one.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 7, 2009

    Read Shiksa Syndrome

    The Shiksa Syndrome is a really fun read. It reminded me that Judaism isn't just a religion, but also a culture and a way of life that influences the way to talk, dress, eat, decorate and socialize. It's an interesting premise that the Jewish guy falls in love with the Jewish girl when he thinks she isn't - oy! The hora scene was HILARIOUS!!

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  • Posted January 5, 2009

    Shiksa Syndrome, memory land for me

    Whew, Shiksa Syndrome brought back memories, of trying to accomplish the opposite feat, of trying to pass for Jewish to please a boyfriend and his parents. It seems crazy to me now, but I remember getting caught up in trying to change myself to please a lot of other people. So I related to the heroine of this story. I liked the author's message, that once we let go of assumptions and expectations we can find a healthy relationship.

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  • Posted December 3, 2008

    Graff's Best Yet!

    I've read everything Laurie Graff has ever written and Shiksa Sydrome is by far her best work yet! As usual, Graff's writing is very entertaining and witty, but in this novel Graff's story takes us on a wonderful ride from start to finish. The inherent flaws in the lovable protagonist provide belly laughs from the moment she decides to go undercover as a Shiksa, and as the situations she finds herself in get more and more preposterous, the laughs get louder and louder. The entire time I was reading this, I was picturing a wonderful date movie starring Jennifer Aniston. But I don't want to ruin anything! Just read it for yourself!

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  • Posted November 5, 2008

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    The perfect read!

    It wasn't a fast read, but it wasn't a slow read....it was a perfect read! <BR/>I found The Shiksa Syndrome to be a many layered book. While it made me laugh, cry, ponder, and appreciate, it also lassoed me with curiousity and involved me in Aimee's life. I kept thinking...isn't there someone I can fix her up with??? <BR/>Many passages were thought provoking enabling me to stop and dig deeper into the words before me. <BR/>Laurie Graff's books always afford me great enjoyment...and this one was no different. A highly recommend from me!

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  • Posted October 30, 2008

    WOW - You don't have to be Jewish...! A perfect holiday gift - for yourself and others!

    I eagerly await each of Graff's books, and Shiksa Syndrome is the best yet! My only "complaint" is that it's completely addictive; I kept having to read "just one more chapter" instead of going to bed! <BR/><BR/>Shiksa Syndrome chronicles the relationship trials of the main character, Aimee, with humor and charm. When a relationship with a non-Jewish man doesn't work out, Aimee finds the "perfect" Jewish guy - only to discover that SHE has to become a "shiksa" to "get" him! In this exploration of attractions, expectations and self-awareness, Graff's deep understanding of people once again comes through, making the characters in Shiksa Syndrome multidimensional, funny, and sympathetic. From the first words until the can't-put-it-down ending, we're drawn into the story of people that become as alive, with all their good points and flaws, as our real life friends! And, as the old ad went, "you don't have to be Jewish" to thoroughly enjoy this!<BR/><BR/>Brava, Laurie - Can't wait for the next one! And the movie...;-)

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