Amy Ephron's One Sunday Morning
It's funny that all the descriptions of this book (which all read something like, "When a group of society women in the 1920s catch sight of a young woman of their acquaintance leaving a hotel with someone else's fiance, they vow to keep it a secret. They don't know the whole story, yet the secret is spilled, with disastrous consquences for all!") make it seem so dramatic, when it isn't at all dramatic, and actually none of the consequences are disastrous or even troubling in any way. The ending felt partially tacked on and partially unresolved. This was a little slip of a book and was mildly entertaining, but honestly, there was no suspense at all and the ending really was pretty lame.
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