Coco Swan has always been embarrassed by her name…
With a name like Coco, people expect you to be as exotic and glamorous as the famous designer, not an ordinary-looking small-town antiques dealer who could win an award for living cautiously.
But when a vintage Chanel handbag turns up in a box of worthless bric-a-brac, Coco’s quiet world is suddenly turned upside-down. Where did it come from? And is it just coincidence that it’s the same bag Coco’s late mother always wanted for her?
When Coco discovers a mysterious, decades-old letter hidden in the bag’s lining, she sets off on a quest to piece together the story behind it, stumbling across secrets that span three generations as she goes.
Could the beautiful Chanel bag be about to teach Coco more than she wants to learn? Or will it show her just where her heart can take her if she lets it lead the way?
And now for my blurb:
A really boring woman who works in an antiques shop
finds a handbag.
And is it just coincidence that it’s the same bag Coco’s late mother always wanted for her?
Unsurprisingly, her family has some (predictably boring) secrets.
Even less surprisingly, she meets a man and falls in love.
OK, OK, I’m being mean. Seriously though. Ugh.
The storyline is practically nonexistent – there were so many threads that could have been pursued, and a couple of times I thought “Oh! The book’s going to go this way! That’d be cool…” But no. It’s a classic, boring, girl-meets-boy story told through designer handbags.
To be fair, I read this directly after I’d read a Jane Green novel, and no one can compete with her in the chick lit stakes. But still. Coco’s Secret was awful; I’d call it predictable, except that even I couldn’t have predicted the level of boredom I felt throughout the book. Luckily I’m a fast reader.
Don’t buy it. Save your eyes (and your money) for something else. Jane Green’s latest novel, for instance.