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One-line summary: What if beauty could change Everything?
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This book is drenched in sunshine, bursting with flowers and kisses, full of the human potential for transformation. We follow four very different women whoâve rented a castle in Italy for a month to ask themselves questions like, âWho am I?â âAm I a good person?â âWhat makes a life feel fulfilling?â âCan people change?â âAre our better days behind us?â Just typical Italian-vacation questions, of course.
By the end of this book, theyâll all have arrived at hypotheses for these questions (some more quickly than others), and this is when the book goes downhill for me. Because it seems the answer, regardless of context or of the situation, is Love. Conceptually, I donât disagree; I can see myself coming to the same conclusion after a month of relaxation in Italy! But the way it was executed in this novel made it feel shallow, like a cop-out after it raised such interesting questions. The nuances between the women are erased, their personalities smoothed over in the face of an idolized concept of love. Unfortunately, love feels like an alien force that has descended upon this castle, wiping away these womenâs personalities and dreams, rather than the natural outcome of beauty, which is what I think the author wanted to get across.
This book ended just as it was getting really interesting and most ripe for character development. Itâs a short book, and if Elizabeth von Arnim had just dedicated few more chapters to these womenâs interiority it could have been so good. But the book keeps shying away from any true conflict, papering over it with grand notions of romantic love or dodging it like Lady Caroline dodging men, and so it falls apart at the end.

The Everlasting
Alix E. Harrow
skylar commented...
Oh time! Healer of the sentimental, transforming wounds into scars, and scars into sesame seeds. I look back and see myself running in the rain. Here, and here, and here. Was I happy without realising it?