"It's only words, and words are all I have, to take your heart away." —Bee Gees
I can't help comparing this to another historical novel with a similar theme, The Paris Wife, and by comparison this one wasn't very impressive. Zelda's portrayal throughout the book felt a bit inconsistent — sometimes she was just as wild as Scott, other times she somehow seemed to become the level-headed one in the relationship. I was also not sure if the parts about Hemingway were convincing. It would be much more believable to leave some gray area, but Hemingway's entire portrayal was negative. What was quite convincing, though, was Zelda's struggle between balancing her own talent and aspirations for a career and her position as a famous writer's wife and muse.