I was commenting before on how un-critical I feel since I've not put any negative reviews on this site. Good thing I read this piece of work, because all that changes now.
And what a piece of work it is.
The story of this novel is about a teenage British girl who for some reason has a mother who doesn't want her around for the summer, as she is off on a romp with her current boyfriend. Said teenager is then shipped off to stay with an uncle on an old English estate. She's met this uncle only once when she was a toddler, and her doddering grandmother who was not supposed to be there, appears on the scene as wel. She is given some old letters from the original owner of the estate and his story is told simultaneously. Interesting premise with a lot of potential.
I'll give you an idea as to what I hated the most. If those things don't bother you then perhaps you should try this novel out.
Firstly, it's silly in its predictability. You know from the first introduction of two certain people that they will eventually get together, even though one of the people is absolutely pining for someone else until just about the second-to-last page of the novel. But, since that doesn't work out, he realizes that all along he's been longing for the woman in the #2 slot. Secondly, Darwin writes STUPID love scenes. I have no other word for it. I'm not such a puritan that I can't take a little love in my novels, but the gratutitous sex scenes felt like they'd been inserted wherever the cursor was blinking when the author went back to do a revision. With phrases like, "My love was burning as his hands brushed my arm when he walked by," I kept checking to see if Fabio had magically appeared on the cover. Not to mention that these horrid phrases seem to pop up in the middle of a description of how one would develop film. Thirdly, I was astounded at the main characters' ability to do ABSOLUTELY NOTHING about an abused child in the house while simultaneously lusting about for a man as old as her grandpa. It seemed like another direction that the novel could have gone in, but since the author clearly didn't have it in mind to go there, she shouldn't have introduced this poor boy at all. It was icky to read of his bruises and her verbally abusing him, only to have no resolution or follow-up with him. Fourth-ly, it made me want to smack my head against the wall, because I was just sure that this novel would turn itself around and somehow be a good read. That made me not like it even more. In short, it was poorly written, poorly executed and in poor taste.
If you are taken in by the title (which makes no sense to me), the cover (which is a lovely photo, I must admit, but also makes no sense with relation to the story line), or simply feel like wasting your time by reading an awful book, then this is for you. I'm just so glad I checked it out from the library and didn't waste a dime of my hard-earned cash on it.
That's all.