“Like a chick-lit version of Tom Perrotta's "Little Children," Ms. Adams's debut novel chronicles the action among stay-at-home types. Although Ms. Adams -- the film critic for Us magazine -- ribs her characters and their Aveda Shampure-using, nacho-soy-chip-eating ways, she's not without love for them. In the end, she even saves them from their bored, lame selves.” —New York Times Book Review
“Set in suburban California, this witty debut novel features bed-hopping parents who get into more trouble (and have more fun) than their kids.” —O, The Oprah Magazine
“This gimlet-eyed take on modern marriage lets no one off the hook--not the philandering house-husband, the workaholic restaurateur, the alpha-male business partner, or the seductive yogi. As two suburban California couples trade partners and dance, the illusions they live by are firmly--and often hilariously--skewered.” —Parade Magazine, Book Pick
“Us Weekly film critic Thelma Adams seems to have found the knack with her wickedly witty novel Playdate. It's a satirical romp through the complexity of relationships and families...add a sexually randy couple down the street and throw in a tantric sex scene that involves "enflaming the drag goddess," and you've got enough complications for a hit novel.” —Michael Musto, The Village Voice
“For anyone who's ever been in a relationship or screwed one up . . . Playdate is a funny, touching, and vital debut. . . . Adams is that rare writer who sends out every laugh with a sting in its tail. Most novels fade from the memory. This one sticks.” —Peter Travers, Rolling Stone
“A wicked take on the difference between being a grown up, and being an adult with grown up aspirations.” —Jenny Lumet, screenwriter of Rachel Getting Married
“Thelma Adams's brushfire wit crackles through her smart, sexy, sassy new novel, a worthy companion to Little Children . . . hip to the secrets of plugged-in, charged-up, and hilariously tangled married life in an upscale enclave where the playdate of the title can be a very grown-up kind of recreation. As her characters grapple with sexual tension, business dreams, and the intricacies of planning a ten-year-old's birthday party, you'll laugh with recognition and maybe understand a little better the workings of this complicated machine called living.” —Kyle Smith, author of Love Monkey
“Playdate is a poignant, engaging, sharp-edged domestic drama that puts Desperate Housewives to shame.” —Susan Shapiro, author of Speed Shrinking and Overexposed
“So funny, so sharp, so honest! Like Sex and the City transplanted to the California suburbs--but wittier--this comedy of marriage, parenthood, and spouses gone wild will grab readers far beyond suburbia.” —Caryn James, Marie Claire movie critic
“Thelma Adams ably tracks the psychological nuances and foibles of her characters in this engaging, up-to-the-minute, and quietly disturbing novel, which says a lot about the way we live (and screw up our lives) now.” —Phillip Lopate, author of Two Marriages
“The characters are good company and the story engaging, and the climactic denouement is a blast. Lance and Darlene manage to fumble their way back into love as Belle rediscovers her moxie. This Playdate makes learning fun.” —Chronogram Magazine
“Absolutely high-larious. Playdate totally captures the zeitgeist; boredom, yoga, marital infidelity. The characters are typically American, yet their story is French farce at its best. You will howl, and cringe with recognition.” —Martha Frankel, author of Hats & Eyeglasses
“A smart, fast-paced novel about family relationships in an era of endlessly mutating parental roles. A stay-at-home dad and adulterous sex on a yoga mat are some of the ingredients in Adams's affectionate and affecting portrait of modern marriage. In lightly skewering prose, her protagonists ruminate on the conflict between openness and privacy, and long to conjoin the roles of lover and parent, under the penetrating eyes of a precocious child.” —Molly Haskell, author of Frankly, My Dear: Gone with the Wind Revisited
“When a novel starts with the Santa Ana winds about to bear down on a well-groomed California suburb, you know havoc will ensue. In the manner of Tom Perotta's Little Children (2006), Playdate follows the complicated, about-to-explode life of a modern-day, stay-at-home, suburban dad. Nice-guy Lance has given up his career as a TV weatherman to help his high-powered wife, Darlene, start a new business. His days are consumed with caring for their daughter, Bella; trying to impregnate his reluctant wife; and having tantric sex with the wife of his wife's business partner. The early introduction of tantric yoga (i.e., sex) puts the novel squarely in the satire category, but Adams is not completely content to let the story rest there….Discussions of modern parenting, marriage, and gender roles fill almost every chapter as the impending storms threaten everything from Darlene's new business to Bella's birthday party….The novel is an enjoyable… romp through modern suburban life.” —Booklist
“Hyde Park resident Thelma Adams knows and loves the movies. She's film critic for Us Weekly, and hosts the annual Amazing Women In Film panel at the Woodstock Film Festival. As her very California novel opens, the hills begin to burn, a box turtle awakens inside a Barbie Dream House, and an 11-year-old walks in on a classic primal scene. Astute readers might get the distinct impression that they're in for a red-hot and wildly comic ride, and astute readers would be right.
Our hero Lance is an at-home dad to Belle, unfortunate witness to the primal scene and owner of the aforementioned box turtle. She's turning 11, and is at a loss in the "finely calibrated scale of playground fabulousness" at Rancho Amigo Elementary (or "Raunchy Gringo Penitentiary," as a graffiti artist has opined on the signboard). Her family has recently relocated from laid-back Barstow, and Belle's having a tough time adjusting to faster and perhaps shallower waters.
To her father's credit, he devotes considerable concern to his daughter's plight. Between Tantric sessions with his neighbor Wren and utilitarian, stress-packed baby- making encounters with his wife, Darlene, he's running the Girl Scout Cookie drive. Despite the social stigma of being an at-home dad, his devotion to Belle is deep; this former surfer boy is likeable despite his flaws.
Darlene is a piece of work in her own right. As driven as Lance is phlegmatic, her business aspirations were the driving force behind the move that has left both her daughter and husband adrift. (Lance was a TV weatherman in Barstow; the larger markets here have no use for him). Darlene has stars in her eyes. A slick-talking businessman, who also happens to be Wren's husband, has convinced her to franchise the concept she had a hit with back in Barstow: a kid-centric diner with gourmet food and a bar/lounge for parents. Her original had soul and funk; under Slick Businessman's guidance, the franchise version seems in danger of resembling Chuck E. Cheese.
As the wildfire rages, it's crunch time for Darlene's ambitions. Opening day has been timed to coincide with Belle's 11th birthday. To suit Mommy's business agenda, underwhelmed but compliant Belle must tolerate a glam party with a Barbie cake and a live performance by Barry Beige and his Scary Monsters.
Against the many tensions pulling Lance and Darlene apart, Adams sets the very genuine underlying love that brought them together-and the abiding love both feel for their daughter. It's a sharply drawn tongue-in-cheek portrait of a family on the brink of chaos or epiphany, in a psychological pressure cooker that's reflected and amplified by the growing menace of the Witch Creek Fire.
Adams writes with cinematic flair, great visuals, and dialogue that zings. Interior glimpses of the characters reveal how sadly and yet hilariously far they are from comprehending one another's true feelings and motivations.
If there's any quibble to be had with this very enjoyable tale, it's that Adams's full-on pace engenders a few disconnects from reality: How exactly does a Barbie Dream House stay "pristine" with a box turtle living in it full-time? And is there actually a part of America where a restaurant can have a play area for kids and a bar side by side without being burned to the ground by DWI activists?
Regardless, the characters are good company and the story engaging, and the climactic denouement is a blast. Lance and Darlene manage to fumble their way back into love as Belle rediscovers her moxie. This Playdate makes learning fun.” —Chronogram Magazine