Ivy weaves an elaborate tail of magic, serendipity, time travel (sort of) and love. Mel Snow is a fabric consultant on a job in Vegas when she meets Toby in a dirty roadside bar. Toby is a true magician and due to some interesting turns of events, they end up married within a few days. She gets a job at the reopening of a hotel and Toby’s debut show at the opening of the hotel goes terribly wrong. They end up in Amsterdam where a group of real magicians whose magic has faded draw Toby to a picture of what could be. Mel is left behind trying to decide if their love is real or just an elaborate illusion.
Is love real or just an illusion? I’ve heard this line for many books, but none have done it quite the way Ivy Pochoda does in The Art of Disappearing. I thought that every story that exists had already been written. I suppose if you boil it down enough, it has, but no one has ever done it quite like this. It is an entertaining read that keeps you interested, but doesn’t move so quickly that you miss things. I greatly enjoyed reading this book. It was quite clean with minimal sex/swearing and nothing vulgar or graphic. Overall, I would say this is a well-written, spellbinding story and highly recommend it.
This book was provided for review via the SheBlogs Network and the Literary Ventures Fund.