As you can probably tell from the last post, I run away very fast from books that are famous for being immortal romance. I don’t usually pick up comedy-of-manners type literature (although The Great Gatsby is hardly a comedy) either, unless it is very contemporary and very cutting. Even when I bought this book I did not intend to read it. It was very slim and very cheap, which made it the ideal birthday gift for someone I did not care much about but whose party I was expected to attend. I succeeded in squeezing out of the invitation eventually, so the book stayed with me. (Yes, I am exactly that uncivil.) And precisely because it was a very thin book, I decided I might as well read it in an evening.
As the post title declares, I loved the book thoroughly. I love the soppy bits a little less, but they are controlled and do not overwhelm the story. The style of the novel (and I’m not even talking about the style of writing) is effortless and impeccable. It helps that the 1920s in America — the jazz age — is one of my favourite periods culturally. That’s perhaps the reason that I had a hard time choosing an image for this post. I love almost all the covers this book has been published in. A concise and classy book. Just the way I like ’em.