I don't often give out 5 stars to books, but this one earned it for me. A wonderful story about vintage clothing woven with stories of love, loss and redemption. The characters are true to life and easily likable. The stories never drag and you are sadden when reach the last because you want cont...
I loved the English setting and flavor of this fictional historic book. The main character owns a vintage clothing store in England and finds herself involved in personal relationships that develop into lasting life lessons.The novel has many layers that flow throughout and the descriptions of t...
A Vintage Affair had intrigued me when I read a sample of it and decided to buy the book. I was a little disappointed with the rest of the book. The story had a nice feel to it, but was a bit jumbled. Some of the ideas fit nicely, others were not needed. At times I would become annoyed with the ...
Un très bon Isabel Wolf! J'ai retrouvé la même atmosphère que dans "un amour vintage" de la même auteur. Ce n'est pas un coup de coeur pour moi mais j'ai vraiment beaucoup aimé! Un des meilleurs Isabel Wolff selon moi! Je mettrai juste un petit bémol pour les 20 dernières pages... je trouve la fi...
As an agony aunt for the London Daily Post, Rose finds fulfillment in solving the myriad problems of her readers. From infidelity to infertility, Rose has an answer for everything and it warms her heart to share her advice with others. She takes pride in reading between the lines of their lette...
*"h" for heroine, "H" for heroWhere have all the Good Men gone? That is the question we are faced with in The Trials of Tiffany Trott. And let me tell you, ladies, after reading the whole book, I JUST DON'T KNOW!!!!So this is basically a Brit Sex in the City. I'm not going to do the regular He/Sh...
An animal behavior therapist, Miranda has long found comfort and understanding with animals more than people. Since watching the destruction of her parents' marriage and being hurt as a young teenager, Miranda has hidden behind a wall of reserve and privacy. When she finally opens up to love, o...
I can't remember family details of this book for some reason, but I know they are in there.Girl works for a production company and gets roped into hosting a new game show they are doing. Game show becomes successful and an old boyfriend comes on as a contestant. They get back together. Oh yeaaah,...
This book is fun, but fairly predictable and in places it borders on being...well, trite. It was given to me by a co-worker who warned me that it wasn't exactly intellectual, but she thought I needed a friendly reminder of certain life lessons contained within..The set-up in the first chapter was...
Blend the stock, melted butter and milk, then stir into dry ingredients. Add whole egg, then egg yolk. Knead the dough until it is very stiff, roll out half an inch thick and cut into bone shapes. Place on baking parchment in an oven preheated to 325 degrees for 45 minutes. Cool, then store in an...
‘Smile,’ says the photographer. ‘I am smiling,’ I say with a laugh. ‘More please. It’s a christening, not a funeral.’ ‘I don’t think I can smile more than this. Can I, Rick?’ Rick, standing next to the photographer, looks at me then shakes his head. ‘She’s at maximum happiness, I’m afraid.’ ‘Me t...
The twenty-five paintings are all on the white-painted walls; most of them collected with the help of Rafael, whose red crayon portrait hangs next to that of David Walliams. There are pictures of P. D. James, Cecilia Bartoli, and, courtesy of the National Portrait Gallery, the Duchess of Cornwall...
Round her left wrist was a little band saying ‘Baby Temple’.‘Amelia Lucy Mary Temple,’ I whispered to her as she lay in my arms. ‘Amelia and Lucy after my two grandmothers, Mary after my mum and Temple after my family. So you’re Miss Milly Temple.’ I kissed the top of her head. ‘Welcome to the wo...
Indeed, I thought, what a funny thing. I was standing in the kitchen, where a strange sight had just met my eyes. All the cupboards, normally a refulgent white, had turned yellow overnight. They were plastered with primrose-hued Post-It notes. Every single one. They fluttered in the stiff breeze ...
“You’re tired, Klara,” I said. “Let’s stop for today. I was so engrossed in what you were saying, I didn’t notice.” “Yes.” She heaved a weary sigh. “I don’t think I can do any more reminiscing today.” She glanced at her watch. “In any case, I have to open the shop soon.” I turned off the tape rec...
I said, the following day. “It’s Tiffany here.”“Oh, hallo,” he said, somewhat unenthusiastically.“I’m just ringing to say that I saw you on the news last night.”“Well, you know, that’s not unusual.”“Oh I know, Mungo. I mean, you’re never off the small screen. But I just wanted to say that I thoug...