Rosamunde Pilcher is a go-to of mine when I need a “Sick Book” - aka, a book that doesn’t involve a lot of thought, but that is still enjoyable and engaging - yet peaceful - to read. Perfect for my brain when I’m sick and don’t have much energy to exert in any avenue.

Anyway. I probably won’t reread this (unless I have a dearth of sick books the next time I’m laid up ill at home). It was a pleasant enough read, but I anticipated the ending (which wrapped up far too quickly and too neatly to be completely satisfactory), and I also didn’t like the protagonist. She seemed to get upset far too easily by other characters in the book, to the point where I caught myself thinking several times throughout, “She has no backbone!”

But Rosamunde Pilcher definitely weaves words in a calming manner and for that I will always adore her and her writing. Her style really shines when she is describing places and people. All the love for peaceful reads.