A quick read about young women trying to figure out the world around them and having to discover that people are not always honest -- and all of this set in 1926 New York and Paris. If anything, the book shows how nothing has changed. ( )

This was an ok story: a fairly quick & light read and a page-turner, just because I wanted to find out what happened with Lizzie & Billy. But the ending really didn't answer that. I had a lot of questions at the end and found that frustrating. but it was a nice break from the other serious books I've been reading. ( )

Four women playing bridge see a friend leaving a hotel with a man who they know is not her husband. Gossip starts, even though they promise not to repeat what they saw. They do not know the whole story and evidently one of them tells what she thinks is happening to someone else,and the damage is done. This novel is a fast read and kept me thinking I knew the outcome, but the ending was a surprise and one I would never have suspected. I liked this book and recommend it highly. ( )

In One Sunday Morning we witness a simple gesture denounce a woman, the mere hand of a man upon her back. What a great impact this small act has, yet how much does it say about what is actually going on?

Having read Amy Ephron’s, A Cup of Tea, which is based on the short story of the same title by Katherine Mansfield, and which I enjoyed greatly, I was a bit disappointed with One Sunday Morning. Though the book was short and could have easily been finished in one sitting it took me a good two weeks to get through it. I felt the pace of the story to be slow-moving, and often found my mind drifting to other matters. There were, however, parts which were engaging, yet these parts mainly presented themselves towards the end, which was predictable. In general though, Ephron’s writing style I have to say is very much to my taste. She does not drag on sentences with mindless words that need not be there. Her writing is short and sweet and she knows how to deliver the right type of impact with them. With One Sunday Morning, however, I feel she missed the mark.

I'm not sure what the point of this was, other than to serve as a snapshot of 1920s New York society. It wasn't *bad*, there just wasn't a lot to it. It felt more like a short story than a novel, and the line in the synopsis, "with heartbreaking consequences for all" ends up looking a little overwrought. It didn't seem like anyone's heart was particularly broken at the end of the story. I'd say that this author just isn't my cup of tea. ( )