Books. Simple and to the jest of it. I review books. Give my personal opinion on everything that should make up a truly good book. This does not only apply to published books, if you send your own work via my e-mail I will gladly give your book its publicity.
Set in the 1930's when the world was at it's most suspicious, most devious, and always fretfully paranoid of each, a couple comes to realize that without love life is just a dull.
Carson Weatherell is going to Europe, curtsey of her aunt and uncle, traveling all the way from America into the very heart of America's opposition.
When a serious illness has her contemplating her dreadful return home to her Connecticut country side Carson couldn't be more desolate. Then comes the train ride, and soon follows the handsome scientist Alec Breve from Britain. They meet and soon are thrust into a deep and plunging love affair. Shattered only when Carson relieves the worst, Alec may or may not be a spy for Germany, he suggests he be turned over to the officials'. The only way to do this is by betrayal, a betrayal so cutting that that their are two victim's in the end. Carson, crestfallen and deeply afflicted with her deep growing love for Alec debates endlessly on whether she should do as her uncle asks and trap Alec or prove his innocence to him. But what if he latter is wrongly sought, what if Alec is a spy and Carson convicted just along side him for treason. How far does one truly go for love.
One Sunday Morning by Ephron, Amy:
Four women see something they ought not to, what they see is downright scandalous, would cause heartbreak and ruination of a fellow 'acquaintance' of there's. The four women see Lizzie Carswell elite socialite married beauty leaving a hotel with a young man who is not her husband, Billy Holmes. The women at once decide they never saw a thing and stick to that pact. Until someone slips up, until someone breaks.
Nothing is set is stone in the 1920's and the world seems to be set off tilt, especially for the flappers of New York. In this novel Lizzie and Billie are accused of something disastrously dangerous, flirtatiously witty and with rhythmic prose at its core and delightfully intriguing through it all.
The 1920's is by far one of my favorite era's, where the women were brash, wore slit skirts that showed far too much skin and drank Martini's like Soda Pop, back when life was lavish and ciggies were oblivious harmless fun. I cannot wait to read this book, and am so overjoyed to have it part of my library!
The Portable Dorothy Parker by Parker, Dorothy:
A woman who holds her head high, is terse and curt with her crass wit and stunning portrayal of the 20th century. I was over-the-moon when I found this lovely, and fondly read book, with a ripped cover, worn spin, yellow tinged pages and bent into submission I just had to have it.
I am a wide and large fan of vintage. My closet consists of waist high skirts, kitten heels, and pelted starched shirts. Strings of various strands of various lengths of pearls, a golden daisy glass perfume bottle, and a unique wooden one, both purchased at ravishing antique store for a total of 70 dollars.
A full collection of a marvelous woman's works, poetry that sinks into my like a warm hot chocolate, deeply depressed Dorothy manages to morph her botched suicide attempt into bitter witty banter, she regards her men the way men regard their women and holds nothing in. Her emotions and dark mind mangles the words to bend to her wishes and I find that utterly intoxicating.
Bandbox by Mallon, Thomas:
During the time when all the world wanted was fashion, ciggies, vodka cocktails, and jazz the Bandbox was there to deliver.
The Bandbox is a sultry magazine that is the go to, mag for everything that was 'in' in the 1920's. Run by 'Joe' Harris the newspapers staff range from criminal fanatics, lovesick vaudeville pup's, sexy determined copy-boys, and the every elusive flappers. When the magazine fights for its survival there is now, low Joe will go to, to return it to its once glamours height.This novel completes a task that is hard to accomplish, it, in vivid rich strokes captures the very core of New York's Jazz Age with hilarious witty retort this book is sure to be a page-turner for me.