Why did I love this book?
The very rich and those who are fighting to stay so, as well as those who never will be, mingle together all wanting something from the other. This book transported me to a time where characters glittered, as did New York in 1928. But being vulnerable is a terrifying thing. They fight so hard to keep their champagne-infused house of cards from crumbling and even when it does, they lie and lie again to protect themselves and to protect the lie itself. It’s so bloody human.
From the second I started reading The Rules of Civility, I was all in. Towles’ way with words made me envious of his gift. But mostly I was entranced by the language, so beautifully rendered by every character – each of whom ‘presents’ a certain charm, poise, confidence brilliantly obscuring their fear and fallibility – as so many of us do.