Inside little blue envelope 1 are $1,000 and instructions to buy a plane ticket.
In envelope 2 are directions to a specific London flat.
The note in envelope 3 tells Ginny: Find a starving artist.
Because of envelope 4, Ginny and a playwright/thief/bloke–about–town called Keith go to Scotland together, with somewhat disastrous–-though utterly romantic–-results.
Everything about Ginny will change this summer, and it’s all because of the 13 little blue envelopes.
I’ve read this book multiple times.
I’m not sure why I became so fond of it–perhaps the story appeals to my heart, and my terrible case of wanderlust. Ginny’s having the adventure I want. With a huge purple backpack and thirteen envelopes, she goes on a trip to all these beautiful places.
The description engrossed me without becoming too heavy. Just enough is said to let the reader know Ginny is in a different place. It wasn’t the kind of description I had to skim. Rather, it flowed perfectly with the story; nothing stopped me from turning the page.
No, it isn’t very realistic–but that doesn’t take from the story at all. This book is about Ginny living the present and not dwelling on the past. It’s a quick and steady journey through Europe that feels different to me with every read.
I also loved the author’s focus on art and what it means. Some passages were so beautiful and true, especially this bit about artists leaving their mark:
Sometimes artists like to catch themselves looking out, let the world see them for once. … We want to remember, and we want to be remembered. That’s why we paint.
I’ve found this darling book impossible to forget. It took my imagination to faraway places, with the confidence of a friend. To this day, I’ve yet to find a story like it.
If you want to travel, read this book. It won’t let you down.