A friend of mine told me about this book after taking a class taught by Elizabeth Kendall. I immediately fell in love with the concept - a memoir told from the perspective of her wardrobe. I was kind of sad I hadn't thought of it.
It took me a little while to get into it -it sounded a little cuter than it read - but it's such a great idea and it's fascinating how telling our clothing choices are. The book begins with the wardrobe in its infancy, when its owner B. is just a child. As she grows, she discovers the appeal of clothes, which she later rejects.
It's broken into teeny tiny little chapters - 2 - 5 pages mostly, each centering around a specific clothing item - a pair of shoes or a flowy dress. Each piece has a story and it tells a story about its wearer. It's a delightfully charming and revealing spin on the memoir. I wasn't in love with the book, but I'm intrigued enough by Kendall to add one of her other books to my list.
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