The occasional guilty pleasure lights up my life––and my library––so I'm here to share a frothy summer novel with all of you (my favorite readers). It's title is While We Were Watching Downtown Abbey, written by Wendy Wax, an author I accidentally tripped over before falling headfirst into an inexplicably fizzy pool of warm and fuzzy fun.
I freely admit that While We Were Watching is no literary masterpiece; in fact, it's chick lit squared, but it tickled my fancy enough that I read it straight through in one sitting. I'm not exactly certain what it was I found so captivating, but let it be said that I was captivated all the same. For reasons beyond any form of rational analysis, I grinned all the way through it.
Would you believe me if I said that I inhaled the tasty little tome like cherry soda, entirely against my will? Check it out, and let me know if your power to resist is stronger than mine.