' Fabulous' Observer' Achingly stylish' Guardian' Irresistible' Daily Telegraph' Gripping' The Sunday Times In a jazz bar on the last night of 1937 watching a quartet because she couldn't afford to see the whole ensemble there were certain things Katey Kontent knew the location of every old church in Manhattanhow to sneak into the cinemahow to type eighty words a minute five thousand an hour & nine million a yearand that if you can still lose yourself in a Dickens novel then everything is going to be fine By the end of the year she'd learnedhow to live like a redheadand insist upon the very best;that riches can turn to rags in the trip of a heartbeatchance encounters can be fated & the word 'yes' can be a poison That's how quickly New York City comes about like a weathervane or the head of a cobra Time tells which'A delicious & memorable novel that will leave you wistful
- & desperate for a martini' Stylist' Elegance & hardship drip off the page' Daily Mail