The first thing to catch my attention was the tattered pages. Instead of the straight cut pages that most books have, this one looked as if it could have been individually torn. LOOOOOVED IT!!! I was like "Now you didn't have to go and tear those pages up for me" with a smirk...to absolutely no one. Weirdo alert. Anyway, I was impressed and it just felt so good in my hands. What can I say, I had a good feeling about it. I'd always had a little interest in Zelda, and once I saw "Midnight in Paris", I became even more curious. Unfortunately I didn't find her biography too interesting, but this was different.
Yummy, my favorite, Historical Fiction.
I hadn't been planning on spending any money because I had plenty of books on the Ipad, but once I found out they had a military discount, I couldnt resist. It came on the plane with mama and I put a pretty good dent in it.
I enjoyed this book quite a bit more than I thought I would. It was one of those rare airport finds that permeated through the very fabric of my soul. It was hard for me to separate fact and fiction at times, but I'd like to think that the author did her research about times, places, and happenings. The big fiction aspect comes from the authors details of thoughts and feelings of characters; my favorite part.
I felt like she had a very adequate description of what women were going through during those times. Especially women who were aspiring to rise above what their sex dictated they do or become. I enjoyed the inner dialogue (and the back to back conversations for that matter). My overall enjoyment of the novel was shadowed by my sadness concerning her situation. I found myself drawn to her desire to be truly great at something. I too am a Jacqueline of all Trades and it sometimes seems that I am a master of none. I hope I'm not destined tobe one of those people who never really find their passion. But I can only imagine how truly debilitating it was for women, especially intelligent women with something to offer the world other than baby production. That almost seems to still be the case.
Nonetheless, The story in itself is full of witty interactions and famous names that had me giddy like school girl. I was telling my husband that writers of the day were like the real life rockstars back then. I wish that were the case now. Literary genius goes right over the heads of the imbeciles. Sad but true.
My last thoughts -I enjoyed the read and it was well worth the 12.59 that I paid at the book store. If the Fitzgeralds and the writers from the golden age(well, one of the ages of writers that could be considered golden) tickle your fancy, you will love it.
Do you have a favorite writer from the golden age?