Clara Wolcott Driscoll was my 4th cousin and I have given 23 presentations locally and in upstate NY about her in the past 4 years with more scheduled over the next two years. I'm making no money on these talks, so have no hidden agenda in my review. However, in my studies of her life (she was my great-grandmother's cousin), Clara was a maverick among women of her time. Her life was fascinating and was detailed in the more than 1,163 round robin letters her family left behind which span 1853 (beginning with her grandmother) and ending with Clara's death in 1944. The letters are now at Kent State U's Special Collections Dept. More letters were found in a home in Queens, NY in 1997 (167) left behind by her sister, Emily (died in 1953), when she lived and taught school in Queens - those letters are now a part of Queens Historical Society. Clara poured out details of her life and her work into these letters - there are everyday happenings as well as exciting events, her travels to Euorpe, her loves, her marriages, her losses. She was full of spunk and personality and this jumps off the pages of her letters. The lamps, as well, speak for themselves - their beauty has transcended the generations, whether in or out of vogue. The work remains. She was a remarkable woman, balancing her creativity and her business accumen - and finding time to enjoy life to the fullest. This book has addressed many of these events, for which I am thankful. But, the one thing that truly bothers me about this book is that the writer felt it necessary to include a gratuitious "love" scene - something not found in Clara's letters. I realize novelists take liberties - but I doubt very much that "proper" Clara from Tallmadge, OH, daughter of Fannie and Elizur Wolcott, in late 1800s, who lived in boarding houses most of her single and even married life, where women of "low moral quality" would be thrown out on the street, would have suggested and indulged in a "pre-nuptual honeymoon". Portraying Clara as a New Woman (which was not coined until the early 1900s) would have been very possible without this chapter. Fiance', Edwin Waldo, did indeed abandan her while on a trip to Chicago and after a lengthy visit to her family in Tallmadge - but this scene never happened. To me this chapter cheapens our Clara's story. Clara was all about her art, and was always hopeful she would receive recognition for what she did. Her personality and experiences "jump out" from the pages her letters. But I wish I had not been left with the bitter taste of the Lake Genevea chapter. It didn't happen and it never should have been written - even in a novel.