Unfortunately, I didn't really get on with The Time For Lovers.

The memoir side if it intrigued me. I love foraging myself into the lived life of a person. Often, it makes me want to just go out and live my own life too. All the exciting memories of a person really can be invigorating. Britt Ahlfert Brown sure has led an exciting life, full of boasts and romance and privilege. But as far as writing goes, I struggled.

It felt to me like a bullet point list at times. I think I found the lack of retrospect also not to my taste. There's no voice in the words, only actions. The most she gives away about herself is her height. For a book full of dalliances and exciting times, Brown has quite a Scandinavian, sterile approach. You'd think reading about these events would be full of passion and joie de vivre but instead it read a little too cool and detached for my liking.

But I've got to say, I enjoyed all the little photographs, and Britt Ahlfert Brown really did seem to live a full life. I just didn't really gel with the approach.