What tickled my fancy: Beautiful depiction of ordinary people sharing extraordinary love.
What ticked me off: Oh, the slut-shaming.
Who might like it: Fans of Americana stories.
The TBR challenge theme this month is heavily hyped books. My first stab was at A Knight in Shining Armor by Jude Deveraux, but I fear my window for enjoying Deveraux may have closed. I leafed through a bit and the heroine whispered something in a doormat-y way on every page I opened to.
Morning Glory really deserves its hype though. It touched me deeply, and also fascinated me so much, I can’t really review it now because I decided to write a piece about it elsewhere. I’ll share the link when it’s done. In the meantime, I’ll just say that I’m thinking that the perfect descriptor for Morning Glory would be “mama porn” — which is not meant to be a reference to (gag me) “mommy porn,” but to, say, food porn or house porn. Elly is the mother virtually every mama I know wanted to be.