I finished The Dollhouse in one day – I couldn’t put it down. My family and I were spending a summer day at the pool and there were distractions all around. It was a gorgeous day packed with Olympic-themed activities and non-stop excitement as my children ran around winning medals. Through it all, my nose stayed in the book (made possible by the non-stop activities and a husband who loves pool games almost as much as the kids). My attention never waned.
The Dollhouse is a fun read in the best way. Set in the Barbizon hotel, the story alternates in time between the early 1950s and the present day. At the heart of The Dollhouse is a mystery — what happened to Darby and Esme on that one day in 1953 as Rose – a journalist in present-day — uncovers the events that led to that fateful afternoon. This story is also a love-letter to old New York City, jazz and a bygone era filled with style and glamour, yet it also acknowledges a seamier side to this history that I never knew about. When you are craving a date-night at home with a book – this is the one.