I really did NOT like my time travel book. This woman went to 1918, 1941 and the present in 1985. It was the same people (husband, gay brother, lover, aunt) in all three lives and it was just boring. They even all had the same names.
Anyway, now I'm reading something I am enjoying. It's the memoirs of the Gilded Age by Consuelo Vanderbilt Balsan. She wrote it in 1954 and I've gotten through her childhood, her deb days and now she's just gotten married in an arranged marriage to a man she doesn't love.
The title comes from "all that glitters is not gold." She's a good writer, a bit stilted and old-fashioned, obviously since it was first published in 1954, but it's a fascinating account of her life.