The old adage “never judge a book by it’s cover” does not apply to me. I buy books for their covers the same way I buy wines for their labels. The Perfume Collector: A Novel by Kathleen Tessaro has a gorgeous cover and what’s inside is every bit as lovely as the cover.
The book begins in Paris 1954. Eva d’Orsey is sitting at her kitchen table, smoking a cigarette as she looks out onto the cold, misty Paris morning. We learn she is dying. The second chapter begins in London 1955 with Grace Munroe waking from a recurring nightmare.
The story unfolds chapter by chapter, alternating between Eva’s story and Grace’s story. The writing is beautiful. The plot line is really nothing new, and the ending can be deduced far ahead. However, the journey to get to the ending is a lovely ride. We may have figured it out, but it is worth the read to watch the rest of the characters find their way.
What sets this book apart is the beautiful writing, the detail filled descriptions. The perfume descriptions alone are fantastic. It made me wish I could walk to a corner perfumer and have a scent created just for me.
A lovely read.
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