A few weeks ago I got a surprise in the mail. I almost missed it because we've been mail-ordering everything for more than a year (Thanks, Pandemic!) and when the package came in, it was with a bunch of bulk packages I wasn't in a hurry to open.
So I was very excited when I opened this one and discovered a good friend of mine had sent me a gift. A hardcover edition of The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue.
In true "this is my life" fashion, I was in the middle of reading a very boring, long, drawn-out self-help book when Addie LaRue arrived and I had to get through that before I picked up another book.
I swore to myself I would finish that thing, and I did, and you don't see a review for it on this blog because, well, if you don't have something nice to say, you shouldn't say anything at all.
So I was beside myself with glee when I got through the slog of The-Book-That-Will-Not-Be-Named so I could pick up this deeply immersive novel by V.E. Schwab.
But I didn't just dive in. No, I took a whole vacation! I went to a cabin on a hill overlooking the SW Washington countryside and curled up in a beam of sunshine to read. It was absolute bliss.
While I can't guarantee you have a friend who knows to send you good books, or promise you a cabin on a hill to enjoy it in, I can tell you that The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue is a novel worth getting lost in. It spans an immense amount of time... more than three hundred years... and skips back and forth between tales of Adeline LaRue, a woman who doesn't want to live the life French society has scripted for her.
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