Alice Hoffman is a bit hit or miss with me. I loved Practical Magic and The Rules of Magic. White Horses, not so much, although I recognized that the writing was excellent. Seventh Heaven, initially published in 1990, falls somewhere in between. The writing is lovely. The characters are interesting. It’s very evocative of 1959, when things were about to change drastically in so many ways, including the role of women in the world. And yet, there was something that didn’t quite connect with me, and I can’t quite decide what it is. But the writing is indeed lovely and despite my personal disconnect, I still wanted to keep reading and find out where it would take me. So I’m giving this one the benefit of the doubt and assuming it was my mood when I read it - it could well be that if I were to read it again a few months from now I’d absolutely love it.

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