
This one was such a shocker in that I didn't really like it very much. Usually I just fall into Rosamunde Pilcher's Scottish world and swim around loving the accents and the landscapes and the small town charms. This one had some of that towards the end but it started out in London with not much ambiance and a despicable character. He's such a cad that you can't for a moment relate to why she cares for him so you (or at least I) have to plod through hoping it gets better. Should probably see where this falls on the timeline of Rosamunde Pilcher books - maybe it was an earlier one before she perfected her craft. Skip this and go reread the Shell Seekers!

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I don't think I've read any of her work, but I won't start with this one.
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