- The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue by VE Schwab
- The Dead in Their Vaulted Arches by Alan Bradley
- The Strange Adventures of H by Sarah Burton
- When We Danced at the End of the Pier by Sandy Taylor
For more than two hundred years, there has been a Dress Witch, the keeper of our secret and the teacher of our craft. Our gift, though taught, is at its roots hereditary, the title passed from one generation to the next. When the mother lays down her needle, the daughter takes it up. And so goes The Work.
Never a hair out of place, never a faux pas made -- that was Camilla Lowell Grant. The right clothes, the right home, the right art. The right everything, if didn't count the chronically unfaithful husband and the intractable daughter. Still, Camilla bore her burdens admirably. Most of the time.
Camilla waved a hand, clearly ready to change the subject. "Nothing. It doesn't matter now. But for the record, mothers are human too. We've had lives and been disappointed. We bleed like everyone else. But we have responsibilities, duties to fulfill and appearances to maintain. And so we keep moving forward."
Moving forward. It's not an easy concept for Rory -- or for Soline.
Months after her life is turned upside-down and inside-out, Rory decides to follow her dream by leasing the fire-damaged storefront the was Soline's dress shop -- the one that she herself started when she followed her dream after her own life was turned upside-down and inside-out forty years prior. The two form a remarkable and unbreakable bond through their hurts and their memories as their lives are remarkably similar in spite of the age difference. They also share their hopes and dreams, just when they each thought that there wasn't much of anything left to hope for or dream about. They find ways to move forward. They do so together as kindred spirits.
"We're all a collection of out stories, chérie. Our joys and sorrows. Our loves and losses. That is who we are, a tally of all our agonies and ecstasies. Sometimes the agonies leave a mark, like a bruise on the soul. We do our best to hide them from the world, and from ourselves too. Because we're afraid of being fragile. Of being damaged. That's what makes us kindred spirits, Rory -- our bruises."
Without faith, even our work is doomed to fail. Faith is everything.