That's a very shaky three-star rating, would only be 2.5 if half stars were possible. This is an overly long book with a rather clever inverse-Cinderella story aspect to it, but that devise alone is not enough to carry it through some 470 pages. Also, a large portion of the book takes place in America, where the author clearly hasn't spent enough time to familiarize himself with American idioms and customs to bring that off. Some of the most glaring cases in point: "Mohican haircut" for "Mohawk," people "ringing" for "calling" and "calling" for visiting. Also, no American school is going to be in regular session after June 15! However these are just cultural nuances which can be overlooked. What is more difficult to overlook is the unreality of the premise.
David Corstorphine (aka: Lord Inchelvie) of the Highlands of Scotland and co-owner of the Glendurnich Distillery, has lost his beloved wife to cancer. As the story opens, he has quit going to his corporate job and spends all day working in the grounds of his family's mansion in an attempt to numb his grief. His elderly father has been forced to come out of retirement to pick up the slack and his elderly mother is understandably concerned that David shows no signs of picking up the pieces of his life. He also has three children, ranging from 16 down to 9, whom he has sent back to boarding school. Against his better judgment, David is sent to New York in an ostensibly emergency effort to connect the distillery with a new distributor in the U.S. He becomes ill and incoherent and takes to the bed his army friend has provided. About a week later, he gets up from his sickbed intent on not returning to Scotland but seeks employment as a gardener on Long Island. From this point on out, it just becomes more and more ludicrous! He is cast as a kind of miracle-man (in fact, he is referred to as "Superman!") and shows off more talents and skills than anyone this side of Mary Poppins!
The reason I find the premise so insulting is that millions of people face this type of grief, or worse, every day and yet, they can't just run off to another country, leaving their parents and children holding the bag. And even wealthy people with large staffs, probably wouldn't act like some kind of hard-done-by melodrama queen!
After a while, I stayed with the book just to see how ridiculous and sappy it could get! Robin Pilcher owes his name recognition to his famous mother, Rosamund Pilcher, but his syrupy style is all his own!