The Idea of You: A Novel

The Idea of You: A Novel

by Robinne Lee


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"Captures what fame looks like, and how it affects us all...a fun, juicy love story!"--Elizabeth Banks

Solène Marchand, the thirty-nine-year-old owner of an art gallery in Los Angeles, is reluctant to take her daughter, Isabelle, to meet her favorite boy band. But since her divorce, she’s more eager than ever to be close to Isabelle. The last thing Solène expects is to make a connection with one of the members of the world-famous August Moon. But Hayes Campbell is clever, winning, confident, and posh, and the attraction is immediate. That he is all of twenty years old further complicates things.

What begins as a series of clandestine trysts quickly evolves into a passionate and genuine relationship. It is a journey that spans continents as Solène and Hayes navigate each other’s worlds: from stadium tours to international art fairs to secluded hideaways in Paris and Miami. For Solène, it is a reclaiming of self, as well as a rediscovery of happiness and love. When Solène and Hayes’ romance becomes a viral sensation, and both she and her daughter become the target of rabid fans and an insatiable media, Solène must face how her romantic life has impacted the lives of those she cares about most.

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ISBN-13: 9781250125903
Publisher: St. Martin''s Publishing Group
Publication date: 06/13/2017
Pages: 384
Sales rank: 65,360
Product dimensions: 8.10(w) x 5.40(h) x 1.10(d)

About the Author

ROBINNE LEE is an actor, writer and producer. A graduate of Yale University and Columbia Law School, Robinne was born and raised in Westchester County, New York. Robinne has numerous acting credits in both television and film, most notably opposite Will Smith in both Hitch and Seven Pounds. She recently completed shooting Fifty Shades Darker and Fifty Shades Freed, playing Ros Bailey. Robinne currently lives in Los Angeles with her husband and two children. She is the author of The Idea of You.

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The Idea of You

By Robinne Lee

St. Martin's Press

Copyright © 2017 Robinne Lee
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-250-12591-0


las vegas

I suppose I could blame it all on Daniel.

Two days before my planned getaway to Ojai, he showed up at the house in a tux with our daughter, Isabelle, in tow. He'd left the car running in the driveway.

"I can't do the Vegas trip," he said, thrusting a manila envelope in my hand. "I'm still working on the Fox deal and it's not going to close anytime soon."

I must have looked at him in disbelief because he followed that up with: "I'm sorry. I know I promised the girls, but I can't. You take them. Or I'll eat the tickets. Whatever."

An unopened package of Da Vinci Maestro Kolinsky brushes was lying on the entry table, alongside a set of thirty-six Holbein watercolors. I'd spent a fortune at Blick stocking up on materials for my artist retreat. They were, like the trip to Ojai, my gift to myself. Forty-eight hours of art and sleep and wine. And now my ex-husband was standing in my living room in formal black tie and telling me there'd been a change of plans.

"Does she know?" I asked. Isabelle, having retreated immediately to her room — no doubt to get on her phone — had missed the entire exchange.

He shook his head. "I haven't had time to tell her. I thought I'd wait and see if you could take them first."

"That's convenient."

"Don't start, okay?" He turned toward the door. "If you can't do it, have her call me, and I'll make it up the next time the group's in town."

It was so like him to have a Band-Aid for everything. To walk away from commitments guilt-free. Would that I had acquired that gene.

Isabelle and her two girlfriends had been counting down the days to see the band August Moon, a quintet of handsome lads from Britain who sang pleasant pop songs and drove tween girls mad. Daniel had "won" the tickets at the school silent auction. Paid some formidable amount to fly four to Vegas, stay at the Mandalay Bay, and attend the concert and a meet-and-greet with the band. Canceling now would not go over well.

"I have plans," I said, following him out into the driveway.

He slipped around the back of the BMW and withdrew a cumbersome bag from the trunk. Isabelle's fencing equipment. "I assumed you would. I'm sorry, Sol."

He was quiet for a moment, drinking me in: sneakers, leggings, still damp from a five-mile run. And then: "You cut your hair."

I nodded, my hands rising to my neck, self-conscious. It barely reached my shoulders now. My act of defiance. "It was time for a change."

He smiled faintly. "You're never not beautiful, are you?" Just then the tinted window on the passenger side rolled down and a sylphlike creature leaned out and waved. Eva. My replacement.

She was wearing an emerald-green gown. Her long, honey-colored hair twisted into a chignon. There were diamonds dangling from both ears. It wasn't enough that she was some youngish, stunning, half-Dutch, half-Chinese star associate at the firm, but that she was now sitting in Daniel's 7 Series in my driveway looking every bit the princess while I was dripping sweat — now, that stung.

"Fine. I'll take them."

"Thank you," he said, handing over the bag. "You're the best."

"That's what all the boys say."

He paused then, screwing up his aristocratic nose. I anticipated a response, but none was forthcoming. Instead he smiled blandly, leaning in to do the awkward divorcé cheek kiss. He was wearing cologne, which he'd never done in all his years with me.

I watched him make his way over to the driver's side. "Where are you going? All dolled up ..."

"Fund-raiser," he said, getting into the car. "Katzenberg's." And with that, he pulled away. Leaving me holding the baggage.

* * *

I was not a fan of Vegas: loud, fat, dirty. The underbelly of America convened in one garish skid mark in the desert. I'd visited once, years before, to attend a bachelorette party that I was still trying to forget. The smell of strip clubs and drugstore perfume and vomit. Those things linger. But this was not my adventure. This time I was just along for the ride. Isabelle and her friends had made that clear.

They spent that afternoon running circles around the resort on a quest to find their idols, while I followed dutifully. I had become accustomed to this: my passionate daughter trying any- and everything, setting her mind and forging her way. Isabelle and her American can-do spirit. There was trapeze school and figure skating, musical theater, fencing ... She was fearless, and I loved that about her, envied it even. I liked that she took risks, that she did not wait for permission, that she followed her heart. Isabelle was okay with living outside the lines.

I was hoping to convince the girls to visit the Contemporary Arts Center. It would have been nice to squeeze some real culture into the weekend. To imprint something worthwhile upon their impressionable minds. I'd spent countless hours trailing my mother through the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston as a child. Following the click of her Vivier heels, the scent of the custom-made fragrance she bought every summer in Grasse. How knowledgeable she was to me then, how womanly. I knew the halls of that museum as well as I knew my third-grade classroom. But Isabelle and her cohorts had balked at the idea.

"Mom, you know at any other time I would say yes. But this trip is different. Please?" she'd implored.

They'd come to Vegas for one reason only, and nothing would thwart their mission. "Our lives begin tonight," Georgia, with the silky brown skin, had proclaimed on the flight in. Rose, the redhead, agreed, and the three quickly adopted it as their mantra. No expectation too high. They had their whole lives ahead of them. They were twelve.

* * *

The meet-and-greet was at six o'clock. I don't know what I was expecting exactly, something slightly elegant, civilized, but no. They crammed us into a fluorescent-lit holding room in the bowels of the arena. Fifty-odd worshippers in various stages of puberty: girls in braces, girls in wheelchairs, girls in heat. Wide-eyed and smitten and on the verge of combustion. It was at once beautiful and desperate. And it pained me to realize that Isabelle was now part of this tribe. This motley crew searching for happiness in five boys from Britain whom they did not know, could never know, and who would never return the adulation.

Several parents were scattered throughout. A select swath of Middle America: jeans, T-shirts, practical shoes. Faces pink from a brutal introduction to the Vegas sun. It dawned on me that I would be lumped in with these people. "Augies," as the media had dubbed the fandom. Or, worse yet, an "Augie Mom."

The girls were beginning to fidget when a side door opened and a hulking bald man with a neckful of laminated passes entered. "Who here is ready to meet the band?!"

Shrieks pierced the air, and I suddenly remembered that I'd forgotten my earplugs in the hotel room. Lulit, my business partner and confidante in all things worth confiding, had mentioned it yesterday at the gallery, told me I'd be crazy to step into a stadium of Augies without a pair. Apparently, she'd once attended a concert with her niece. "The boys are adorable, but my God, the fans are loud."

Beside me Isabelle's entire body had begun to shake.

"Excited?" I squeezed her shoulders.

"Cold." She shrugged it off. Ever the aloof one.

"The guys are going to be five more minutes," the hulking man continued. "They'll stay for about twenty. I need you all to form a line up here to the left. You'll each get your turn for a quick hello and a photo with the group. No selfies. Our photographer will take the pics, and you'll be able to download them later online. We'll provide you with the link. You all get that?"

It seemed so impersonal. Certainly there were better ways Daniel could have spent his money. I was thinking, as they steered us into line, that I was overdressed in Alaïa sandals and out of place. That I was pulled together and polished and that once again, for better or worse, I stuck out. This, my father's mother had explained to me on numerous occasions, was my birthright: "You are French, at your core. Il ne faut pas l'oublier." There was no forgetting it: my Frenchness. And so I resisted being grouped in with these women, but at the same time I was keenly aware of their selflessness, their patience. The things we did for our children. What kind of mother would I be to begrudge Isabelle this moment?

And then they entered. The five of them. There was a groundswell and audible swooning, and Rose let out a little yelp like a puppy that had her tail stepped on. Georgia threw her a look that said, Get it together, sister, and indeed Rose did.

They were young — that was my first thought. They had dewy, fresh skin, as if they'd been raised on an organic farm. They were taller than I'd expected, lean. Like the swim team at Brown. Only prettier.

"Now, who is who?" I asked, and Isabelle shushed me. Right.

We migrated to where the boys were positioned before a banner with the August Moon logo: big yellow letters across a gray backdrop. They seemed happy, giddy even, to be mingling with their fans. A mutual love affair. The way they hammed it up for the camera and put the awkward adolescents at ease, the way they flirted with their older fans — sly, but not crossing the line — the way they engaged the tweens and charmed the mothers. It was an art. They'd nailed it.

When we were next in line, Isabelle leaned into me. "Left to right: Rory, Oliver, Simon, Liam, and Hayes."

"Got it."

"Don't say anything embarrassing, okay?"

I promised her I wouldn't.

And then it was our turn.

"Well, hullo, lasses!" Simon bellowed, eyes wide, arms outstretched. He had an impressive wingspan. Isabelle had mentioned on the plane that he'd rowed crew in boarding school. "Step right up, don't be shy!"

The girls did not need a second prompt. Georgia lunged into Simon's arms, and Rose sidled up next to Liam, the baby of the bunch, he with the green eyes and freckles. Only Isabelle hesitated, her eyes darting back and forth. Eenie, meenie, miny ... Quite the candy store.

"Having a hard time deciding?" The tall one on the far end spoke. "Come, come stand near me. I don't bite, I promise. Now, Rory, Rory might bite, and Ollie's unpredictable, so ..." He smiled this dazzling smile. Wide mouth, full lips, perfect teeth, dimples. Hayes.

Isabelle smiled and made her way in his direction.

"Ha! I win! I win ... What's your name, love?"


"I win Isabelle!" He flung his arm over her narrow shoulders, protective-like, and then glanced over to me. "And you must be the big sister?"

Isabelle laughed, covering her mouth. Her features delicate, like a little bird. "That's my mom."

"Your mum?" Hayes raised an eyebrow, holding my gaze. "Really? All right then. Isabelle's mum. Do you want to join us for the picture?"

"No, I'm fine. Thanks."

"You sure? Promise to make it worth your while."

I laughed at that. "I'd like to see you do that."

"I'd like to show you." He smiled, bold. "Come on. You'll want something to commemorate our wild night in Vegas."

"Well, when you make it so appealing ..."

* * *

The first photo I have of myself with Hayes is of the nine of us, in the basement of the Mandalay Bay. He has one arm draped around me and the other around Isabelle. I'd ordered two copies. In time Isabelle would destroy hers.

* * *

"I'm impressed you flew out here just for us." The guys were in full conversation with my brood, making the most of our ninety seconds. Liam was asking Rose about our trek to Sin City, and Simon was touching Georgia's hair.

"I love these curls."

"Do you?" Georgia gave as good as she got. She'd benefitted from an older sister.

"That's quite an indulgence, flying in for the day." Hayes was engaging Isabelle, leaning on her shoulder like a big brother. Like he'd known her all her life. I knew inside she was dying.

"Two days," she clarified.

"It was a gift from her father," I volunteered.

"'Her father'?" He looked over to me. There was that raised eyebrow again. "Not your husband?"

"He was my husband. Now he's just her father."

"Well ..." He paused. "That's serendipitous, isn't it?"

I laughed. "What does that mean?"

"I don't know. You tell me."

There was something about him in that moment. His ease. His accent. His cocksure smile. Disarming.

"Next!" Our time was up.

* * *

He humored us again at the end of the meet-and-greet. When everyone had taken their requisite photos and the group was signing autographs, we filtered over to him amidst a sea of moving bodies. Fish swimming upstream. All around us there was collective squealing and swaying and "Hayes, can I touch your hair?" But my group was holding it together. It might have been that jaded L.A. thing: that they were used to seeing the likes of the Beckham boys at the local park, or "Spider-Man" in the carpool lane at drop-off. It took a bit more to faze them. They were, despite all their exuberant canvassing of the resort that afternoon, surprisingly poised.

"I'm really loving the Petty Desires album. It's deep on so many levels," Georgia gushed.

"Yes," Rose chimed in. "Such clever lyrics. I love 'Seven Minutes.'"

"You like it, do you?" He glanced up from where he was signing a T-shirt.

"It's like ... you've really tapped into our generation. You speak for all of us." Isabelle flipped her hair, an attempt at flirting, but the awkward pursed-lipped smile belied her youth. There were braces under there. Oh, sweet girl, in time ...

She had my face. Large almond-shaped eyes, pouty French lips, a fair olive complexion. Her hair thick, brown, almost black.

I watched Hayes take the girls in. His eyes moving from one to another, amused. I imagined he was used to this. Finally, he landed on me.

"Where are you ladies sitting?"

The girls rattled off our seat numbers.

"Come backstage after the show. I'm going to have someone come and get you on the floor. Don't leave." He looked to me then. Piercing blue-green eyes and a mass of dark curls. He couldn't have been more than nineteen. "All right?"

I nodded. "All right."

* * *

There was something mind-bending about emerging from an intimate conversation with a member of the biggest boy band of the last decade and being thrust into an arena with twelve thousand of his shrieking fans. There was a shift of equilibrium, a disconnect. For a moment I lost sense of where I was, how I'd gotten there, what my role was supposed to be. The girls were buzzing with excitement and rushing to find our floor seats, and I was spiraling. I was not prepared for the onslaught: the roar, the pitch, the energy level of so many adolescent girls at the peak of arousal. That this, all of this, could be for the boys we'd just left in the basement seemed inconceivable. They were bewitching, yes, but still flesh and blood.

The screamfest started before the guys hit the stage and continued without pause for the next two and a half hours. Lulit had been right. It was at a decibel level that was near impossible to get used to. Particularly for a woman pushing forty.

The year I turned sixteen, I saw the New Kids on the Block at Foxboro Stadium during their Magic Summer Tour. A handful of us went for Alison Aserkoff's birthday. Her father had finagled floor seats and backstage passes. It was loud and unwieldy and not typically my thing. Boy bands were not part of the prep school culture. We grew up listening to the Stones, U2, Bob Marley. Music that never got old. So five working-class boys from Dorchester, Mass., should theoretically not have had any appeal.

But there was something there. The rush, the hormones, the heat from the stage. The idea that they were longed for and lusted after by so many made them exponentially more appealing. And for a brief moment I thought I could let myself go, in the madness. But then I realized how indelicate that would seem, how unbecoming. And I remembered who I was supposed to be, at my core. And whatever wanton adulation might have occurred I stopped before it could take root. Well before the encore at the New Kids concert.

A near quarter-century later, it was threatening to play out again.

Despite the noise and the hormones coursing through the Mandalay Bay, the band put on a great show — although whether a group could truly call themselves a band if they didn't play instruments was unknown to me. Rory stroked the guitar for a handful of songs, and Oliver sat down before the piano once or twice, but other than that, the only instrumentation came from the accompanying backup band. Mostly the guys sang and jumped about onstage like young virile pogo sticks. There was lots of roughhousing and clowning around and very little choreography, but the fans did not seem to mind.

"I love them! I love them! I love them!" Georgia proclaimed after a rousing rendition of "Fizzy Smile," the titular track from the band's first album. There were tears streaming down her doll-like face, and her curls had begun to frizz in the humidity. "They touch my soul."

Rose was clearly in agreement, shrieking every time Liam walked the extended platform that brought him within feet of us. Isabelle was in her own trance, singing and swaying deeply with the music. They were a happy bunch. And in that moment, I forgave Daniel for welshing as he often did, because his flounder had gifted me the opportunity to witness the girls' rapture. One could not put a price on that.


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Table of Contents


Title Page,
Copyright Notice,
las vegas,
new york,
côte d'azur,
west hollywood,
the hamptons,
los angeles,
new york, ii,
beverly hills,
south america,
About the Author,

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The Idea of You 4.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 18 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book! I loved everything. about it, and it is written so well. Smart, sexy and sophisticated. The characters are hard to leave behind. I will read whatever this author does next.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Can't get enough of this story. I've read it 3x. I need an intervention.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Absolutely great book! Beautiful love story that takes you on a emotional roller-coaster ! !
Rachael_Leissner 5 months ago
So I had the privilege of meeting Robinne at Book Bonanza in August. At the time I hadn't read The Idea if You, but had her sign it since she was there and I wanted the chance to meet her. We got to chat for a minute and I remember her asking, have you read the book? My reaction was a simple, not yet. She smiled and gave me a look that almost said, I can tell because I'm sure you'd have a lot to say to me if you had. Well I just finished it today and am broken over this. I can't stop sobbing and don't know how to move on from this one. I need more. This story is touching in every way possible and these are just 2 characters that will stick with me forever.
Anonymous 6 months ago
I really did not want to spend 10 dollars for a book I know nothing about. The first 30 pages of the free sample were misleading to say the least. I should have gone to the actual book store first and skimmed through a copy of this book. Had I done that I never would have bought this book. Instead I foolishly let the reviews influence me. God, what a mistake. In retrospect I'm thinking the reviews were all ringers. They had the same tone and writing style to them. They all gave this book 4 stars. It was almost like this author asked her friends to purchase this book give the same generic review and 4 stars. The leading man in this book,Hayes,can only be described as border line creepy. Not to mention this book was in reality an angry political diatribe disguised as a romance novel. This book would have been bad if it was free. Do not waste your money.
Anonymous 10 months ago
Great book, loved the characters and the story. Read it 3 times! I could not put this book down. Can not wait for another book from Robinne Lee.
heater_28 More than 1 year ago
Every now and then you run across a book that sucks you in from the very beginning and you just know that it's going to be a book that's going to stay with you for a long time. The Idea of You is definitely one of those books. The writing, the compelling story, and the emotion in this novel will leave you feeling everything imaginable by the time you get to the end. Thirty-nine year old Solene, a divorced gallery owner and mother of 12-year old daughter Isabelle, is doing her best to move on with her life after her divorce. Little did she know that taking her daughter and her two friends to an August Moon concert she was going to catch the eye of one of the members of the hottest boy band around. Twenty year old Brit, Hayes Campbell, is the brainchild behind August Moon. He's wise beyond his years, as well as being drop dead gorgeous, thoughtful and undeniably talented. The connection he makes with Solene is immediate and hard to deny. I don't want to give too much else away except to say that this book truly had everything you could ever want in a story. It kept me on the edge of my seat, it entertained me, it angered me, it elated me and it made me sad. I truly don't know if there is an emotion I didn't feel while reading this book. It touched on issues in pop culture, sacrifices that mothers make and how torn those can make them feel and we see that double-standards are still alive and well today. This is truly one of those books that I know I'm going to be thinking about for a very long time and I'm really glad I went along for the ride. It makes you think, feel and hope. Kudos to Robinne Lee for penning this amazing novel.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The most amazing love story ever!!!! Robinne Lee did an amazing job of storytelling. We are taken on a globe trotting adventure with Hayes and Solene. I don't want to spoil it, so I will refrain from details, but do not pass this book up. The book is witty, sophisticated, edgy, sensual masterpiece. It stays with you long, long after you have finished it. Enjoy!!!
ZoyaKay More than 1 year ago
The Idea Of You is captivating, beautiful and heartbreaking book that stays on your mind long after you finish reading it. It takes you on an unforgettable and emotional journey exploring love, passion, motherhood and fame that leaves you wanting more. The story is told in a very clever way that keeps it real and honest throughout and reminds you that women can be smart, confident and sexy at any age. Robinne Lee writing is lyrical, fluid and so well put together that I often found myself rereading sentences because I loved the way they are structured. The banter between Hayes and Soléne is wonderfully witty, sexy and sometimes so heartbreaking you can barely breathe. The last few lines of The Idea Of You left me shattered and bruised but so grateful to have been a witness to a love story that moved me in so many unexpected ways. I can happily state is has been one of the best books I've read in a very very very long time and encourage everyone to read it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved this book!! So well written and the characters are delicious! Very poignant regarding love, motherhood, and aging.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I could not put this book down. And when I absolutely had to, I couldn’t wait to go back into that world. That’s good writing. I thoroughly enjoyed it!!
JoannaDursi More than 1 year ago
This one (if you’ve been perusing reviews) is one that people either love or hate. When I picked up THE IDEA OF YOU, I wanted to see how many pages it was and I ACCIDENTALY read the last passage. I couldn’t believe it, so much so that I convinced myself it must’ve been a preview of another book. Honestly, I thought I was going to hate it, but I really enjoyed it. Even having spoiled the ending for myself, it’s all about HOW they got there. Yes, there were things that bugged me (like the constant mentioning of their age difference) but overall I fell quickly for Solene, Hayes and their emotional rollercoaster ride. TIoY was great for a debut author and I am looking forward to what else Ms. Lee has in store. I cried throughout the entire last chapter. My heart broke for not only Hayes and Solene but for Isabelle as well. The ending left me gutted. I know I am not the only one left hoping for a sequel.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book had me engaged from the first page. I would have loved an Epilogue though!
Melissa Hawkins More than 1 year ago
It’s been over a week since I finished The Idea of You and I still haven’t recovered. There aren’t words for how much I loved this book. I haven’t gotten these kinds of reading feels in a very long time. The Idea of You is beautifully written. Robinne Lee’s words ooze class and sophistication while still maintaining a sexy edge as you get sucked into Solène and Hayes’ steamy, taboo romance. Their passion and chemistry are unrivaled. It touches on the very agonizing reality of being a strong, successful, middle-aged, divorced single mom, and having those struggles magnified tenfold when you’re dating a younger man. All the insecurities you feel on the inside; all the judgments forced upon you from the outside. Robinne Lee touched on every aspect in eloquent detail. She made a seemingly impossible, fairytale scenario seem completely plausible while detailing a very honest look at being a middle-aged woman in our society. I implore you to read this book. Even if it seems as though you won’t relate – I assure you, you will find some part of yourself in these pages and the rest simply makes for a much-needed escape from reality! I would give The Idea of you 6 out of 5 stars if I could! These are the books I live for!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
* spoiler alert ** I initially saw this book on Twitter where I follow Robinne Lee. I decided that I would choose this book for my pick in my book club. When my friend and I read the cover we thought this relationship sounded ridiculous but we were all in so we proceeded. The book was fresh, witty, clever and sexy. I still had my doubts about this relationship. Solene and Hayes relationship was passionate and a nice slow burn yet so real. I came to truly believe that they could make it work. Robinne convinced me that love conquers all. I was savoring this book. It had been a long time since a book spoke to me like this one. I got to the end and was crushed. I was bawling my eyes out. The raw emotion from Hayes and Solene broke my heart. I still am sad for them. I will reread the book but not anytime soon because my heart is not ready. I went from doubting them to wanting them to beat the odds and survive. I pray there is a sequel with the happy ending they so deserve. I hated the ending but I am giving her 5 stars. She made me believe in Solene and Hayes. She crushed me when the broke up and made me want more. I think that deserves 5 stars.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I am head over heels in love with this novel. Its fun, sexy and draws you in. The characters are genuine and well rounded, their stories captivating. I am so unbelivably excited to see more from this author. I havent been this taken with a book in a long time.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was a great story that will stay with me for a long time. I'm a sucker for a happy ending, so I feel somewhat cheated by how this ended. I'd love a follow up book about the tremendous heroine. Love her!
whatsbetterthanbooks More than 1 year ago
Sophisticated, alluring, and extremely passionate! This is a thought-provoking, intriguing novel that reminds us that women can be confident, powerful, intelligent, attractive, sexual beings at any age and that being famous often has many drawbacks. The prose is genuine and raw. The characters are authentic, honest, multi-layered, and appealing. And the plot sweeps you away into an engaging saga about motherhood, independence, responsibility, age disparity, stardom, art, seduction, desire, lust, love and unquenchable chemistry. This a wonderful debut for Lee. It’s an exquisite love story with palpable emotion, strong narration and an ending, which I logically understand but still wish was different, that will resonate with you long after you finish the final page.