The year is 1929. New York is ruled by the Bright Young Things: flappers and socialites seeking thrills and chasing dreams in the anything-goes era of the Roaring Twenties.
Letty Larkspur and Cordelia Grey escaped their small Midwestern town for New York's glittering metropolis. All Letty wants is to see her name in lights, but she quickly discovers Manhattan is filled with pretty girls who will do anything to be a star…
Cordelia is searching for the father she's never known, a man as infamous for his wild parties as he is for his shadowy schemes. Overnight, she enters a world more thrilling and glamorous than she ever could have imagined—and more dangerous. It's a life anyone would kill for . . . and someone will.
The only person Cordelia can trust is Astrid Donal, a flapper who seems to have it all: money, looks, and the love of Cordelia's brother, Charlie. But Astrid's perfect veneer hides a score of family secrets.
Across the vast lawns of Long Island, in the illicit speakeasies of Manhattan, and on the blindingly lit stages of Broadway, the three girls' fortunes will rise and fall—together and apart. From the New York Times bestselling author of The Luxe comes an epic new series set in the dizzying last summer of the Jazz Age.
Wow!!! I haven't read Godbersen's previous series, Luxe, yet (I know...I know...I own them and, believe me, they are now bumped up about 50 notches on my TBR!) and I'm almost glad I didn't before Bright Young Things because I may have come in with some pre-conceived notions. So, being a Godbersen virgin, I was sold from the prologue (which contains some foreshadowing that is making me run to grab the second book!)
Bright Young Things is a true time travel machine. I was immediately transported to an age of speakeasies, old-fashioned's, cigarette girls and all things Fitzgerald! I loved the three girls, Cordelia, Astrid and Letty, and I was rooting for them at every turn.
|Sorry Doc, your Delorean's got nothin' on an Anna Godbersen book!|
The various mysteries kept me turning the pages all night and again first thing in the morning. The relationships (romantic and otherwise) were believable and natural . My immersion in Bright Young Things was complete thanks to Godbersen's narrative. I could taste the gin, hear Letty singing, see Thom's mysterious eyes, feel the silky beaded dresses and smell
NYC. (Okay, eww, maybe not. How about: the salty sea air?)
I've got nothing but praise for this Bright Young Things, bring on the sequel!
|NYC, I love you so, but a bouquet of fragrant roses, you are not...|