Since it is January and time for new starts, it is time for me to read my first Deirdre Purcell, and I really liked it.
In 1944 sixteen-year-old Violet, from a reasonably well-off family, falls in love with a boy from the lower orders, and worse, of the wrong religion.
Back to today, and forty-something Estate agent assistant Claudine is sent out to investigate a run-down estate which might come on the market, one which turns out to have been Violet’s family home.
Slowly, through the voices of Violet and Claudine, both their histories and the connection between them are revealed.
The first part of this read is the better, and the story of how Violet meets Coley and falls in love and the quite unbelievable steps taken by her parents to prevent the relationship are captivating.
Although it sounds contradictory, while the writing is lovely, there is not much in the way of tension or holding back but at the same time, the second part feels way too long.
The ending is sad, I wish it had been different.