by Maureen Johnson
First sentence: “It was that time of day again.”
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It’s been forever and a year since I’ve read 13 Little Blue Envelopes, and while I remember enjoying it, I didn’t remember much else. I wanted to read this book not so much because I was invested in the story of Ginny and her quest to do what the letters from her (now dead) aunt instructed, but because I adore Maureen Johnson and her writing. I’m on board for any story she wants to tell.
Thankfully, MJ made it easy for me to pick up this one without revisiting the first one.
Apparently (since I didn’t remember that), Ginny’s backpack with the letters in it got stolen at the end of the last book. (Hence the need for a sequel. And for the title.) She’s basically given up ever completing the quest, and has tried to move on with her life, filling out college applications. It’s all just okay, being normal. Then out of the blue, a guy named Oliver contacts her: he has her letters, and he’s willing to give them back to her. For a price.
And, off she goes on another adventure. This one will take her across France, Belgium, Netherlands, and Ireland. It will involve romance, but again only in a subtle, understated way. It’s more about tying up loose ends, saying goodbye and learning about art. There’s a lot about art, actually, something which I thoroughly enjoyed.
It’s a good book; intelligent fluff for those who think their books should be smart and fun as well as swoony and sweet.