Do recommend.Įnter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.A. I am off to see what else Zevin has written. It’s definitely on the sweet side, approaching precious, but never saccharine I’m pretty sure when Liz recommended it she acknowledged that it would be best read in a mood for something sweet and light-ish, but it’s not the least bit fluffy, and even involves a sequence about the line between fiction and memoir and does it even matter? I read it in a single day and wish it had lasted longer. Also, a bookshop in a small town, with all the social drama and love and support that that can entail. It has grumpy but endearing book nerdiness earnest, messy human emotion the complications of grief and loss and family whimsy and mishaps and yes, a little romance. It’s something a little different, and my synopsis stops here. It’s not Amelia, as I’d originally thought. has suffered a major loss, and he is a jerk – or at least he’s coping poorly – but then the unexpected strikes. I love a jerk whose bad behavior is suddenly complicated and made sympathetic by backstory.Ī.J. And after that first chapter, Zevin wisely takes us from Amelia’s focus (in the close third person) to A.J.’s. He certainly fits the type, just younger than I’d originally guessed.
I was surprised to learn that he is just thirty-nine years old, because my first impression was of a crusty old curmudgeon of a shopkeeper (a ‘type’ I recognize from bike shops, but bookstores will do just as well). – first encountered through her eyes – is prickly. She has a mild hangover but still feels upbeat about the appointment she’s ferrying toward: she’s a new publishing sales rep going to call on A.J. Next is a chapter starring Amelia Loman, whom we meet painting her nails yellow on a ferry ride from Hyannis to Alice Island. These annotations begin each chapter, but it takes a while to discern their intended destination or use. The first thing the reader sees at the start of Part I is a brief annotation to Roald Dahl’s story “Lamb to the Slaughter,” by an A.J.F. It felt for a split second like it was going to be a bit too easy a meet-cute, but things got immediately complicated for the better.
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