I feel like I'm on the summer streets of Manhattan and the blustering sand hills of the Hamptons. I like being in the art houses and the bars...in the west side apartments ...on stair wells and on beaches but... ultimately.. I'm all about these two beautifully flawed lovers. I love their tension and the chemistry and heat they generate. All the other characters fall away ..awful..dull..silly... as they are written.
Quite romantic. I was about to give this book a 4 but, my god, the narrator is insufferable. I hadn't been so annoyed with a character since the nameless second Mrs. de Winter, but whereas she is merely pathetic, Egret's narrator, Jodi, is uptight and righteous. And I think my frustration stems from the fact that I see traces of my own conservatism and naivete in her. Still, if not for the prose I would have dropped this book completely very early on. Luckily, Collins' writing is clean and elegant-- sensual when needed. The narrator gets a little more tolerable at the end-- all the characters do-- though I suspect this artsy upper class milieu will always keep me at a distance. Lovely story though.