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Oh my land, what a piece of shlock -- all the more deplorable because Trollope, here writing as Caroline Harvey, really is a very gifted writer and is quite capable of giving us a novel fit for adults. But this novel is pure chick lit, fluffy, glib, pseudo-feminist, feel-good nonsense. Every problem its two heroines (mother and daughter) encounter is either solved gloriously and speedily, or turns out to be a blessing in disguise. Men adore them (okay, there's one man who doesn't adore Carly, but jeeze oh pete, who would want such a stuffed shirt, and it's obvious she'll find some other Prince Charming, now that she's a Strong and Confident Woman). When they need jobs, somehow a dream job is ready to hand. Villainously plotting ex-husband? Not to worry: your next door neighbor will take you in and protect you, and if you happen to be in love with that neighbor, all the better, because -- surprise!-- he's in love with you too. (And the husband turns out to be pretty harmless anyway).
Bad marks to Trollope for feeding the fantasy that life offers magical and richly satisfying solutions to our problems. More bad marks for sloppy characterization. We are expected to believe that Alexia has self-esteem issues because she has lived so long under the domination of her parents, but the minute she sallies forth into the world she acquires an altogether new personality: efficient, assertive, even bossy. Without any experience whatsoever, she is able to transform a gloomy and derelict Scottish castle into an award-winning hotel. Later, her daughter Carly undergoes a similarly implausible transformation, when she erupts in rage at some Afghani border guards, saving a whole expedition of Western filmmakers from indefinite imprisonment. Carly has been established as a character not without courage and a streak of rebelliousness, but would she really have dared to mouth off to a sinister gang of armed men in a country not known for its tolerance of assertive women? More to the point, would those men really have backed down under the lash of her invective? It's all just too pat, too good to be true.