This is one of the eighty percent of novels published in America that are by and about people who live in New York. Okay, I made that number up. The rest of us, here in the middle, aren't quite so obsessed with the status of address, fancy restaurants, and so on. I've been to New York a few times, but that stuff about living on 12th Street or in the village doesn't really mean anything to me.
It reminded me of Little Women, where they were constantly feeling sorry for themselves for their poverty. In that story, they only had one servant.
This book is a love story and the main characters are nice enough. I don't remember what led me to select this one. Possibly I knew that the main character was the middle sister of three, like I am. I could see living with one or both of mine if bad things happened. If you just wanted to think about somebody else's life for a while, this would be fine for that.
In my mind, it's a step up from romance novels and most television.
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