Review: The Secret Lives of Dresses by Erin McKean
First line: Dora had a rhythm going, or if not a rhythm, a pattern, and it went something like downshift, wipe tears away with back of hand, sob, upshift, scrub running nose with horrible crumpled fastfood napkin, stab at the buttons on the radio, and then downshift again. From the back cover: Do the clothes make the woman? Dora has always taken the path of least resistance. She went to…
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