Sometimes the Ravenous Reader is really the Romantic Reader.
Sometimes I just need to read an old-fashioned, feel-good love story with a happy ending.
Sure, the heroine might suffer some heartache along the way.
There might be misunderstandings, even a few broken dreams.
But in the end, everyone gets to have the thing that makes them the happiest.
What’s not to like about that?
So I’ve been gobbling up Maryann McFadden’s The Book Lover. This pretty paperback came in the mail awhile ago, and somehow got buried at the bottom of a stack of review books. My friend mentioned reading it, and called it a “really sweet story about books and love.” It tells the story of two women – a young writer mourning the loss of her infant son, and an older woman who owns a bookstore in a small New Jersey town – whose lives intersect in ways that benefit them both. It’s a book about having dreams and holding on to them, about losing love but finding it again, about the support of friends and how that can change a life. It’s well written, charming, and uplifting, the kind of book that’s hard to put down because you want to find out what will happen to these people you’ve come to care about.
I’ve got about 25 pages left to go, so I’m about to take a break from my morning’s work, make a cup of tea, and curl up on this rainy afternoon and see how it all turns out.