literary gluttony

Some books deserve to be savored—page by page, sip by sip. The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid is one of those reads. It’s not just a story; it’s an entire mood. So this Sunday, I decided to treat it like the star it is—with a brunch worthy of Evelyn herself.

🍾 What’s on My Plate:

• Buttery croissants with raspberry preserves (because Evelyn would never skimp on the good stuff)
• A little bowl of citrus salad with mint and honey
• A lavender earl grey latte in a vintage teacup (served with just a little side-eye and a lot of sass)

Optional but highly recommended: a mimosa—or at least sparkling water in a champagne flute. You know Evelyn would approve.

📖 What’s in My Hands:

The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo is equal parts Hollywood glitz and deeply human vulnerability. Evelyn is a force—complicated, brilliant, unapologetic. Watching her story unfold through Monique’s eyes is like slowly peeling back the layers of fame, identity, and the cost of ambition.

This book is perfect for readers who love:
🎬 Old Hollywood drama
🌈 Queer love stories with depth and nuance
💔 Messy, magnetic women
📝 Framing narratives that keep you guessing

Why This Combo Works:

Evelyn’s story is rich, indulgent, and full of bite—just like this brunch. The croissant is the glamour. The citrus salad is the heartbreak. The tea? That’s for all the drama she spills as she recounts her past with unflinching honesty.

It’s a pairing made for lounging in silk robes, flipping pages with sticky jam fingers, and maybe even crying just a little.

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Your Turn:

Have you read The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo? Did you also yell into the void when you reached That Scene™? And if Evelyn came to brunch, what would you serve her?

Let’s chat in the comments. Sundays are for secrets and slow mornings, after all. 💚✨