sounds like a self-help book, and in a way, I suppose it is. But it's so much more. . .
I found this book quite by accident--on a bargain shelf at an indy store in Asheville. I was travelling with a friend and we decicded it was too fun to pass up. We spent the next few days reading bits and pieces of it to each other and were soon referring to Marjorie regularly. For instance, I was debating about buying a dress, and Adrienne insisted that Marjorie would demand that I buy it. So I bought it.
At any rate, I finished it this week. First published in 1936, it certainly smacks of a social history time capsule. And yet. . .
Marjorie is all about figuring out ways to make yourself happy. She believes that we shouldn't rely on others for that happiness, but on ourselves. And unlike some "being single" books that have been forced into my hands by well meaning friends, this one doesn't talk about being single like it's a bad thing. She has wit and humor and charm, and I just love Marjorie. It's one of those books that I want to share with everyone, but there's no way in h*?* I'm going to let my copy out of my house.