I’ve been reading some serious stuff lately, and in the spirit of my New Year’s resolution to get more margin in my life, I interrupted all that to read this light rom-com palette cleanser. (One of you blog readers recommended it to me, and I obviously listen to your suggestions!) I didn’t think I’d blog about it, it just being a late night, chocolate laden, chick-lit diversion– but I liked it– even though it is truly frothy.
The story is about a woman whose husband cheated on her with her friend, she loses her job, and inherits a house with an antique book collection in Scotland–simultaneously– which is all so convenient. Of course she moves there, gets a job in a bookshop whose owner is selling her inherited first editions, and also quite conveniently, falls in love. All that sounds ho hum, but she’s sassy, and he’s flawed, and frankly, it’s good to read something where unhappy people end up blissfully content.
If you want to read something easy breezy, but not totally insipid, you might want to slip this in between much more worthwhile reading. I give The Bookshop of Second Chances four stars. It’s only true fault is its extraneous unimportance. I’m refreshed now for more worthy pursuits.