Joanna was too lazy to go out to dinner by herself, so after she washed off the heavy makeup she changed into a nightgown, and then settled down in front of the VCR with a Lean Cuisine, a bottle of Soave, and The Big Chill for company, fully prepared to feel sorry for herself. Kevin Kline, however, proved to be a wonderful antidote for self-pity, and she was just musing on the definite resemblance between the actor and the mysterious Ryder O’Neal when she heard a crash from Rosie’s apartment next door.

Barbara Bretton, PLAYING FOR TIME. This book is a delightful work of historical fiction.