Bearing in mind that this is fictionalized history—isn’t that what they call it when a person takes an actual historical character and makes up stories about them?—I found it to be a hoot. Maybe a little unbelievable in just how many peculiar encounters might happen in the course of a one-week drive, but then, since you know it’s not real, why not?
The story follows the adventures and misadventures of Katharine Prescott Wormeley in the early 1900s when she travels from her home in Rhode Island to her new home in New Hampshire. She drives herself, in an open-top car whose make and model don’t appear to have ever been specified. If so, I’m curious to know what. It does have a top, so it’s some sort of early convertible.
The only annoying thing about the whole book is that the teaser, the mysterious health problem that is going to make this big trip her last big trip, is never resolved. Or maybe it was and I missed it. Find out for yourself.
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