To Go: 31
61. Skyward — Mary Alice Monroe
62. The Journals of Sylvia Plath — Sylvia Plath & Ted Hughes
63. Dust Tracks on a Road — Zora Neale Hurston
64. The Silent Woman — Janet Malcolm
65. Memoirs of Montparnasse — John Glassco
66. Fun Home: A Family Tragicomic — Alison Bechdel
67. A Secret Kept — Tatiana de Rosnay
68. The Girl Who Played With Fire — Stieg Larsson
69. A Vintage Affair — Isabel Wolff
Behold: one of the prettiest covers I have ever seen! (As an added bonus, every book that I’ve seen written by Isabel Wolff has been gorgeous.) Anyway, I bought A Vintage Affair yesterday afternoon and tore through it all today. (Shamelessly. During classes. And at work. It was awful.)
Phoebe always dreamt of opening her own vintage dress shop, imagining every last detail. Finally, she is launching Village Vintage, and feeling the tingle of excitement as customers snap up the fairytale dresses. But a secret from her past is casting a shadow over her new venture. Then one day she meets Therese, an elderly Frenchwoman with a collection to sell, apart from one piece that she won’t part with. As Therese tells the story of the little blue coat, Phoebe feels a renewed connection with her own life, one that will help her heal the pain of her past and allow her to love again.
It’s 1:12 a.m. Suffice it to say that I am tired and rushed. Let’s get down to the nitty gritty!
The good: the story. After a big, long, complicated endeavour (The Girl Who Played With Fire — Stieg Larsson), a frilly, fun, flaky book was just what I needed. It had romance and fashion: what else could I ask for? At any rate, I did like the story. I loved the bittersweetness of it, I loved the characters, and I loved that Wolff didn’t leave any loose ends dangling from the last page — she’d tied up everything perfectly.
The bad: an annoying use of ellipses. But that’s just if I’m being picky. And I’m not, really. The only other “bad” thing would perhaps be the easiness of it all (the fact that everything was wrapped up with a little bow on top), but that’s chick lit. And sometimes it’s refreshing to have your story tied up neatly, the way life is not.
There is no ugly. I enjoyed this book! (I also enjoyed staring at it. With that cover, who wouldn’t?!)
Next book: J’Adore New York — Isabelle LaFleche (How obvious is it that this was also a purchase from the $9.99 table at Chapters?)
Next feature: Honestly. I’m sorry for being so lazy. I will throw articles up here with reckless abandon at some point. I swear.