I started out enjoying this book, a relief after her last, Coming Home, which was too lengthy. But two-thirds along the way, disappointment set in. One is required yet again to suspend belief so much. The characters are not fully rounded and are presented as so boringly sympathetic in spite of their foolish and nasty behavior (sad, heartbroken Carrie could be characterized as the selfish "other" woman). They are all so perfect, it's sterile. Pilcher seems to be writing to a formula of total escapism which, in the end, is a vacuum. Yet again, her descriptions are over the top and ridiculous in many cases. The grammar is sloppy and her writing is often irritating. I doubt I shall be buying her next book, nor even borrowing it from the library. But it's always interesting to read other people's opinions - there's more variety in the reviews than in this book!