Harriet Scott Chessman's Lydia Cassatt Reading the Morning Paper is a light little novel built around five paintings Mary Cassatt made of her sister in the years before Lydia Cassat succombed to Bright's Disease. It is part imagined memoir, part fictionalized biography. It is written brightly and occassionally superficially, and Chessman invokes the perspective of Lydia so well that the book itself feels limited, shielded, and indirect. I'd borrow it from the library (and I did), but I probably wouldn't buy this book.