Searching for Grace Kelly by M.G. Callahan

The glitz and glamour of Park Avenue plays beautifully against the bohemian counterculture of Greenwich Village and the seedier elements of the city's back alleys, but none of this holds a candle to the sisterhood Callahan created behind the walls of the Barbizon Hotel. And what did I discover at the bottom? A captivating novel that defied both odds and expectation.Ītmospherically, Searching for Grace Kelly presents a fascinating portrait of New York. So, skeptical of my prospects and suspicious of the material, I continued dubiously down the rabbit hole. Had I bothered to do my homework, I'd have skipped the title without a second thought, but as it stood I'd managed a good thirty pages and am too damned stubborn to give up without a fight. Callahan's themes lean toward women's fiction, a genre I've a historically rocky relationship with and I'm not particularly keen on the 1950s. You see, that moment gave me reason to pause and reflect on exactly what I'd gotten myself into.

I suppose you're wondering where I'm going with this and I promise, I've a point. Looking back, I'm almost sorry no one was 'round to witness that realization because if it was even half as amusing as I imagine we'd all have a tale to tell. If memory serves, I was somewhere in chapter three when I broke to read the premise and erupted into giggles over own incompetence. The truth is I've many delightful character flaws and one is a tendency to let my imagination run wild which likely explains my bypassing the description under the assumption the title's focus was the famed Princess of Monaco. Many know I'm a self-proclaimed cover slut, so I want to be perfectly clear when I say that Greta Sibley's design had nothing to do with my decision to read and review Michael Callahan's Searching for Grace Kelly.

Searching for Grace Kelly by M.G. Callahan