Since reality has been laced with so many inexplicable plot twists and an overabundance of conflict that has me seriously wondering about the Author’s ability to wrap things up in a satisfying, happily-ever-after way, I’ve turned to fiction for solace and distraction.
Like many others, I’ve been comfort-reading old favorites, predominately Golden Age mysteries where truth prevails, the bad guys always get their just desserts, and everyone is smartly dressed. Much as I’ve enjoyed the distraction, I do have an appalling number of unread books waiting for me to give them a chance. As a result, I recently implemented an every-other process where I alternate between re-reading a comfortable favorite and randomly picking a new book from one of the teetering stacks of unread books leaning against the walls of my library (virtual and physical).
Last week, Kate Clayborn’s Love Lettering was one of the new books that finally made it off the pile and into my hands. Technically I guess you could say it made it “into my ears” since I listened to the audio-version of the book. I had heard good things about the story and remembered positive reviews from some of the 8Ladies, so I was looking forward to an enjoyable story, which it both was and wasn’t.
Perhaps I should explain.
The story, for those who aren’t familiar with it is told from the perspective of the main character, Meg, a twenty-something who has built a successful career as a hand-letterer in New York. The author did a wonderful job giving the story a sweeping sensual feel, making the descriptions of the lettering and signs almost visible to the reader. As the story starts, Meg has a goal–she is working on a portfolio of work for a job she is trying to get. In the past, she designed wedding-related items (which apparently included hidden messages on occasion), but she has now moved on to lettering high-end custom planners. She is also in the midst of a bit of a creative block.
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