She found herself longing for home-not just for the hotel but for New York and all the real novels that she could lose herself in there.

THE LUXE IS . . . Pretty girls in pretty dresses, partying until dawn. Irresistible boys with mischievous smiles and dangerous intentions. White lies, dark secrets, and scandalous hookups. This is Manhattan in 1899.

Henry closed his eyes and imagined the sweet petulant woundedness with which she had stared at him on the beach. He felt a little proud that she could love him.

To look in the face of hard things and keep moving forward - that's what one has to do.

Diana felt she was beginning to understand why, in all those novels she read, the headiest loves were the loves that couldn't be.

Girls," their mother interjected, "you must both stop being strange - it is unattractive. And don't forget your hats. It would be absolutely the end for me if you two came down with freckles at a time like this.

It is a truth universally acknowledge that there will always be a gentleman to dance with, except at just the moment when you require one most.