Light on romance and heavy on vintage fashion, this engaging novel was just the thing I needed to lift me out of the vapid chick lit rut I’ve been in lately. The dense plot has a lot of story threads, but they all tie up well enough in the end that I felt like I got a few good stories for the price of one.
Pheobe Swift takes a financial gamble when she opens her own vintage clothing store. She loves how the clothes seem to get a second chance at life when they get new owners. She also can’t help but wonder about the clothing’s makers and previous owners. As business begins to trickle in, Pheobe’s social circle grows in inexplicable—and fateful—ways. These new friends and lovers will help her find solace in the tragedy that haunts her.
My favorite thing about this book is the descriptions of the vintage clothing. I don’t have any interest in fashion, but the garments are described so well that I could see them clearly in my mind. The main character, Pheobe, is smart and sophisticated but doesn’t flaunt it; she’s one of the few book characters that I wish were real so that we could be friends. I recommend this book to fashionistas, of course, but also to anyone looking for a women-centric novel with some substance.