Megan Caldwell. Megan Frampton. Tomato. To-mah-to. Equally delicious no matter what the name.
I finished Megan Caldwell’s Vanity Fare almost in a single sitting. In fact, I got so caught up in it that I nearly missed dinner. And I never miss dinner. I was inspired to seek out the contemporary version of Megan after I read the regency Megan’s Put Up Your Duke.
An English major myself, I got many a chuckle from the outrageous literary puns that the book’s heroine Molly concocts to market a bakery that is to open a stone’s throw from the New York Public Library.
For a woman who has been dumped by her husband, Molly certainly is surrounded by gorgeous men. The celebrity baker has an ego that fits his status and looks. His business partner is almost too good to be true, what with taking a shine to Molly’s six-year old.
Molly’s two BFFs, not to mention her therapist, are both loyal and honest. Her son is adorable. Even the scrapbooking party is fun.
I can’t resist a novel in which the heroine learns to stand up for herself. I only wish I could tell people off as skillfully.