Helpful Score: 3
ChicLit: Woman from Queens NY tries to become the sophisticated downtown fashionista, but her daughter, family and friends keep pulling her back to the neighborhood. Author Templeton never took the expected path on the story and kept the narrative very believable.
Good chicklit, but totally different from how the back cover makes it sound.
Shannon W. (mermaidfairydust) reviewed Hanging By A Thread (Red Dress Ink) on + 118 more book reviews
I really enjoyed this book. The main character is very endearing.
Great story by the author of Loose Screws. Ellie Levin searches for herself and her happiness in the midst of her grandfather, her daughter, her sister, her two best friends and family secrets. Well-written.
great book
Or can you? Because for five years, fashion. . .what?--assistant?--Ellie Levine was taking a halfhearted stab at it, commuting to Manhattan by day, trying desperately to keep secret her outerborough accent, hair. . .daughter! Until the day fate landed her back in her Richmond Hill neighborhood, the very place she'd sworn to escape.
Only now she had a business to run there-not the business she had in mind, perhaps, designing wedding dresses for Fran Drescher wanna-bees, but a business nonetheless. And the boy next door, who for years had been the married-man-next-door, was suddenly available. And interested?
So maybe there really was no place like home. So maybe the life she wanted and the life she had were starting to merge. And if she wasn't a success by anyone else's definition? Maybe it was time to throw away the dictionary. . .
Only now she had a business to run there-not the business she had in mind, perhaps, designing wedding dresses for Fran Drescher wanna-bees, but a business nonetheless. And the boy next door, who for years had been the married-man-next-door, was suddenly available. And interested?
So maybe there really was no place like home. So maybe the life she wanted and the life she had were starting to merge. And if she wasn't a success by anyone else's definition? Maybe it was time to throw away the dictionary. . .
