It is a truth universally acknowledged that when an author has a new book to write, other peoples’ books suddenly become much more attractive. In other words, I went on a Barnes & Nobles spree yesterday. I should be working on Book VI this weekend– but I have a feeling I’ll be reading these instead:
1. A Model Summer by Paulina Porizkova (about a young model on the loose in Paris in the 1980’s).
What I know about models and modeling wouldn’t fill a small thimble, and books written in the present tense usually make my teeth grit together in a painful and dentally disadvantageous way, but I happened to tag along after a friend to Porizkova’s reading last week. I was hooked by the time she finished reading the first excerpt. She has a gift for evocative metaphors, such as comparing the face of an aging model to “a 1950’s glamour shot that had been crumpled into a ball and smoothed out”.
2. The Courtesan’s Secret by Claudia Dain (marital shenanigans in the drawing rooms of London).
This is another case of felicitous happenstance. Yesterday, Dain appeared on History Hoydens to speak about her current book. Intrigued, I wandered over to the bookstore, flipped it open, and found this line: “Hawksworth, for all that could be said against him, had a most even and agreeable disposition. It was his finest trait. It may also have been his only trait.” Enough said. Since she also has a backlist of previous books, I see further bookstore trips in my future.
3. To Taste Temptation by Elizabeth Hoyt (Georgian romance).
This has been on my list to buy for a while, since I loved Elizabeth Hoyt’s previous series, The Raven Prince, et al. Perfect for a rainy weekend.
4. A Song for Summer by Eva Ibbotsen (a young girl’s coming of age in 1930’s Austria).
Ever since a friend gave me A Countess Below Stairs, I’ve been slowly doling out Ibbotsen books to myself, trying to make them last as long as possible. As early 20th century comedies of manners, they remind me a bit of Angela Thirkell, Nancy Mitford, and L.M. Montgomery, but they also have a lovely, deep strain of romance. Since this is my last unread Ibbotsen, I may continue to hoard it for a bit rather than reading it this weekend.
What are you reading this weekend?