Book #125 was One Sunday Morning by Amy Ephron. The back of the book reads:
One Sunday morning four women at a bridge party in the elegant Gramercy Park Hotel see a beautiful young woman whom they all know leaving a nearby hotel with a man who is not her husband. The sight of twenty-year-old Lizzie Carswell with Billy Holmes is shocking and potentially ruinous. And though the ladies do not know the whole story — and despite their mutual promise to keep what they’ve seen to themselves — it is only a matter of time before one of them talks . . . with heartbreaking consequences for them all.
In One Sunday Morning, author Amy Ephron brilliantly navigates the social contradictions of Jazz Age New York society and brings a remarkable time and place to glorious life with a riveting drama of gossip, indiscretion, secrets, and betrayal.
I’m not sure what the point of this was, other than to serve as a snapshot of 1920s New York society. It wasn’t *bad*, there just wasn’t a lot to it. It felt more like a short story than a novel, and the line in the synopsis, "with heartbreaking consequences for all" ends up looking a little overwrought. It didn’t seem like anyone’s heart was particularly broken at the end of the story. I’d say that this author just isn’t my cup of tea.
Page count: 213 | Word count: 30,344