As a general rule, if you are looking for a good book, you will never find yourself standing in front of the bookshelves of one of the town’s larger stationery suppliers.
If you’re on the hunt for Katie Price’s fourth, fifth or sixth autobiography, then, yes, but great literature? Er, no. So, imagine my surprise when I was faced with the elegant front cover of Edith Wharton’s big hitter, The House of Mirth.
Buy or saunter past?
Buy. Read. And get blown away.
The House of Mirth was Wharton’s first important novel and it’s quality, thoughtfulness and well crafted structure just shines through. It sparkles and catches the light like Lily Bart’s sapphire bracelet.
I didn’t expect to find it such a compelling read, but the gradual unravelling of Lilly’s life, just hooked me in.
And kept me turning the pages.
Each missed opportunity or ill judged action had me either cringing with horror at what would come next or just plain shouting ‘Noooooooooo.’
However, Lilly proved to be exactly what she was brought up to be … An entertaining house guest.
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