Slacks for Ella Funt

It was my turn to pick our next book club book. We read fiction set in New York. I felt like we’d been reading too many contemporary books lately and too many books by men, so I picked The House of Mirth. I enjoyed reading it, despite not much liking the socialite characters (I have a hard time being that sympathetic for socialites). In comparison to the mediocre contemporary books we’ve been reading for book groups, classics always seem so well done. It’s a downer, of course, as all Edith Wharton books tend to be (bad circumstances leading to misery leading to death is the general idea).