When the COVID lock-down began I found myself unable to read very much. Now, more than four months later, I am reading a lot. But, I've noticed I mostly read old favorites and just plain old books that I remember - favorite or not.
This book was published in 1984; my guess is that I read it in 1988 or so. It says something that I've kept that book for at least 30 years. I don't think I ever reread it, I just remembered that I loved it. It's funny to realize that some things don't change. I know I've always loved love stories and happy endings. I guess I've always enjoyed love stories and lots of details about interiors and/or clothing. Well, this sure is a simple love story with lots of description. Love's Perfect Image was fun. I loved all the descriptions of interiors and clothing that would have been the epitome of chic in the mid to late 80s. Rereading books from my late teens and early 20s are so satisfyingly nostalgic.