A cup of tea /

by Ephron, Amy.
Material type: materialTypeLabelBookPublisher: New York : William Morrow and Co., c1997Edition: 1st ed.Description: 200 p. ; 19 cm.ISBN: 0688149979 (acid-free paper) :.Title notes: c.1 $20.00 11-97Subject(s): Upper class -- New York (State) -- New York -- Fiction | Women -- New York (State) -- New York -- Fiction | New York (N.Y.) -- Social life and customs -- Fiction | Historical fiction
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A seductive romance, set in New York Citys high society during the period of World War I <p>A Cup of Tea is about two very different women and their pursuit of one man. Inspired by the classic Katherine Mansfield short story, Amy Ephrons novel begins when a privileged socialite, Rosemary Fell, invites Eleanor Smith, a penniless young woman, to her home to warm herself by the fire and to have a cup of tea. When Rosemary sees her fianc#65533; Phillip, exchange a look with Eleanor, she gives the young woman a few dollars and sends her on her way, thinking she has cast Eleanor out of their lives. Instead, this chance encounter sets into play a tempestuous and all-consuming triangle in the great romantic tradition. Rosemary will marry Phillip, but can she stop the passion between Eleanor and Phillip? As the war builds in Europe, Phillip is conscripted to fight abroad, throwing all of their lives further off-balance.</p> <p>Amy Ephrons beautifully written tale is brought to life by its vivid (and often amusing) cast of characters, its wonderful period detail of New Yorks drawing rooms and hat shops, and its delightfully spare and picturesque sense of story.</p>

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<opt> <anon I1="BLANK" I2="BLANK">A Cup of Tea A Novel of 1917 New York City January, 1917 A young woman stood under a street lamp. It was difficult to make her out at first because she was standing almost in shadow and the mist from the ground, the rains and approaching night made the air and the street seem similarly gray and damp. It was dusk. A light rain was falling. A man walked up and solicited her. It startled her. She shook her head and turned away. Without another thought of her, he hailed a cab which stopped for him at once. She pulled the thin sweater, hardly protection from the rain, tighter around her shoulders as she stepped back from the curb to avoid the spray of dirt and water as the taxi pulled away. Down the streets a very different scene. In an antique store famous for accepting only quality estates and European shipments where not a speck of dust had ever been allowed to gather on the shelves, a woman, slightly older than the woman under the street lamp, stood in front of a display case. Her name was Rosemary Fell. Her clothing was exquisite. Her dark hair framed her face even though in the morning she had put it up severely but it was of such thickness that no amount of Coaxing, particularly in damp weather, could ever get it not to fall, a few moments later, softly around her face. She liked the effect and would sometimes play with one of the curls about her forehead when she wanted to appear as though she was thinking of something. Her stance was casual, almost disinterested, her gloves and coat still on as though she had not yet decided whether she had stopped in long enough to actually consider anything. Mr. Rhenquist, the owner of the antique store, was all over her. "You see, I love my things," he said, in low respectful tones, waiting for her reaction. "I would rather not part with them than sell them to someone who has not that"-he gestured with his hand displaying a pale green jade ring on his ring finger that Rosemary could not help but notice -- "feeling of appreciation which is so rare." He unrolled a tiny square of blue velvet and pressed it on the glass counter with his pale finger-tips. It was an enamel box he had been keeping for her with a glaze so fine it looked as though it had been baked in cream. "I saved this for you." On its lid, a minute creature stood under a flowery tree. A hat, no bigger than a geranium petal, with green ribbons, hung from a branch. And a pink cloud like a watchful cherub floated above the creature's head. Rosemary took her hands out of her long gloves to examine the box ... A Cup of Tea A Novel of 1917 . Copyright © by Amy Ephron. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold. Excerpted from A Cup of Tea: A Novel of 1917 by Amy Ephron All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.</anon> </opt>

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Ephron (Biodegradable Soap, LJ 4/91) spins this tale of romance in New York City circa 1917. Wealthy society lady Rosemary Fell is engaged to marry Philip Alsop. On a rainy afternoon after shopping, Rosemary spots Eleanor, an apparently homeless woman, huddled in the cold. Thinking she is being charitable, Rosemary invites Eleanor home for a cup of tea. When Philip comes home and meets Eleanor, Rosemary notices a spark of interest in Philip's eye and promptly sends her on her way. It is too late‘Philip's romantic feelings have been kindled. He begins to see Eleanor while continuing his marriage plans with Rosemary. The betrothed are married ahead of schedule as Philip is to be shipped to Europe to fight in the war. The story of their love triangle continues to unfold to a surprising end. Based on the Katherine Mansfield short story, this brief yet direct novel about duty and honor makes for engrossing reading. Recommended for most public libraries. [Previewed in Prepub Alert, LJ 4/15/97.]‘Robin Nesbitt, Hilltop Branch Lib., Columbus, Ohio (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

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