*Sigh*

I just finished this delicious little literary treat today.  I believe it’s all of 167 pages.  It’s simple, it’s sweet, and I’m in love with this little book.

If you recall a previous post, this is one of those library books I just happened to pick up because of the cover art.  (Well, that, and the fact that it was written by Gene Wilder)  Yes, I’ll judge a book by its cover, but that doesn’t always work out for me.  I’m so glad that The Woman Who Wouldn’t caught my eye.  It’s set in the early 1900s and the main character is a violinist.  So, naturally, these elements [plus the fact that it is written by Wilder] made me have to check it out. 

Basically, it’s the story of the main character, Jeremy, who goes a little nuts and gets sent to a German ”spa” to recover.  There, he meets Clara who ends up being the tragically ill and previously abused love of his life.  He learns to love rather than womanize.  He finds his heart and channels it into his music. 

I don’t want to give too much away, but it’s beautiful.  It’s a very quick read; the chapters are crazy short, but it’s like a little brownie of a book.  I can’t describe it.  I love novellas, they’re just enough of a story to satisfy and leave you wanting more.