Kate Morton is hands down one of my favorite authors. I generally prefer reading classics to modern literature because it’s harder for me to get lost in modern stories. There’s no nostalgia for a bygone age to color the mundane rose in a modern novel, but somehow Kate Morton always manages to capture the nostalgia of the present – or what will become nostalgia. This book didn’t disappoint. Part of the reason I really love her books is that they’re sort of modern gothics, without the predictability of your typical whodunnit – I never see the end coming. In this one she had me doubly fooled – I was so certain I had it figured out (and a little smug about it too!) but at the end there was an unexpected twist. It makes me feel like a child again – the delicious surprise of not knowing how a story will end – the battle between the absolute irresistibility of it and never wanting it to end. Well worth the read and the space on your shelf.
1/5 – Awful / would not read again / maybe could not finish.
2/5 – Low quality work / some enjoyment / not worth the time
3/5 – Don’t regret, Don’t love / would add to my shelf if it is a piece of literature
4/5 – Would read again / Definitely would add to my shelf because BOOKS!
5/5 – Would definitely read more than once / Must buy / Gives you the happy book love feels.