While on a vacation in the Lake District, England, Florence Hamilton meets Lance Ramsey, and immediately events take a mysterious turn. To her astonishment, Florence's second-hand camera takes photos of events - some serene and some shockingly disturbing - that are radically different from the scene before her. The mystery intensifies when Lance shows Florence a remote, uninhabited house deep in the countryside. As the initial attraction between Florence and Lance matures and as further mysterious events follow, disparate in nature and dispersed geographically, the two start to question both if there is a larger connection between these events, and if the nature of time is beyond a linear understanding.
Awful. How is this author a professor of writing?? At Rutgers, no less. Grammar is terrible, characters are one dimensional and their motives are unclear and follow no discernible pattern. The story is a long-winded, run on scramble of the nonsense in this woman’s head. Shes a completely incoherent dingbat, think Edith Bunker expostulating on wonder of cheese.
I kept reading hoping there was some genius at play here, hiding in the shadows ready to pounce when my defenses were down. 150 pages in and I had to call time of death on this endeavor. Its madness that this hot mess got published.
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