A Night In With Audrey Hepburn by Lucy Holliday
This is the first series in a while where I had to go out immediately and get the second book. The first book didn't end how I thought it would. I have a feeling that's how the whole series ends. Regardless, I really enjoyed really this book.
I enjoyed Libby as a character. I love that she makes mistakes and so many of them! That she didn't really have her life together and going into the second book, she still hasn't figured it out
I'm excited to continue with Libby on her journey. I'm curious to see what Holliday does with her story.
If you're interested in picking up a copy, you can get one for $10.97.
Favorite Quotes:
"'But I damn well got on with it and gave it my all, because that's the only way a girl is going to find her place in this world.'"
"He set it all out on his battered little coffee table, and chinked his own glass (of real wine) against mine, and before we settled onto his battered leather sofa to watch the movie, he told me about how he'd first watch the movie with his dad, one damp Sunday afternoon, thirty years ago. Which made me feel simultaneously safe and cosy, and strangely proud, as if I was the newest in a long and noble line of Lomaxes to discover the later works of Cary Grant, and that Dad was. . . handing me a torch, somehow. And I think he might have felt the same way, too, because he reached over, a few moments after Walter Matthau appeared on the screen, and rested one hand on my head for a full half-minute. Thirty-two seconds. I know, because I stopped concentrating on the movie so I could count them."
"'Nothing,' I say, because I'm feeling sullen, and furious, and prickly with acute misery, exactly the way I did the last time I saw him, when I decided I couldn't stand to feel that way any more, and pretty much cut him - without any resistance from his side, I have to point out - out of my life."
"Is this what it feels like, I want to run home to my haunted Chesterfield and ask Audrey Hepburn right now, when you finally get there? When you realize that he just is what he is, and that expecting him to be any better is like expecting the tide to roll back just because you want it to?"
"I should probably be angry, but all this is only making me feel more and more sorry for him. I mean, he hasn't seen me in five years. Hasn't had a conversation, apart from two minutes of funeral-related chitchat, with me for ten. He doesn't know - hasn't asked - where I'm living, or if I'm single, or if I've had a couple of children of my own."
"Because for the first time in my life, at the ripe old age of 29, I actually feel like a grown-up. Like a proper woman, not a messed-up little girl. And though I realize I should probably have got there long ago - put my father, mentally, in a box marked 'Simply Incapable', rather than letting that heavy old rope wrap itself around me all my life - it's a pretty momentous occasion for me."
