This book was sort of a historical comfort novel, set mostly in England and Italy. I enjoyed the story – and it was cleverly set up so that I wasn’t expecting how things turned out.
Some of the situations were pretty far-fetched, but most of the comfort and joy of this novel was derived from the simple comforts of taking a break from your usual routine. In the end the story is about love, and how and when it blooms and how important it is not to let it wither.
The book was pretty old, so I got some new vocabulary from it. One surprise was when two characters were described as “making love” but at that time it simply meant they were treating each other in a loving way.
I’m not sure where I got this book recommendation from, but it was an entertaining (and rather short) read.
Next I am reading Babylonia by Costanza Casati.
