Philippa Flynn’s Year of Panic and Piracy
It was a pre-release reading copy on Amazon, Coming Soon section, found the title, added it to the “read soon” stack, and I promptly forgot about it until, late one night, after I finished one novel, I looked for something else to read, preferably lightweight — a palate cleanser.
“A woman having more impressive accomplishments than her date pretty much guarantees a “no spark” text.” Page 58.
No, cf., It’s really him, “A man’s grasp must exceed…”
“I know they try, but they don’t understand a lifestyle that doesn’t prioritize achieving the standard benchmarks of success.” Page 136.
The life of a writer, or, in the story, an academic. A lifestyle that doesn’t prioritize a certain benchmark for success.
Philippa Flynn’s Year of Panic and Piracy
In part, there’s a bit of grief, and dredges up my own questions of mortality, and what we leave behind. Then, too, I know a thing or two about being the black sheep in a family. All plays into the story, which, loosely, should be styled as a romance.
But grief is palpable, and the story in a story is fun.
Tightly plotted, breezy novel style, a romance wrapped in a romance. I mean, I knew what was going to happen, with bodice-ripper backdrop laid over an academic setting. Sure.
As something different, I enjoyed it, a perfect escape.
