Yet another book where the heroine is a b*tch. Okay, that's a little harsh, but here we have Sydney, a 52 year old adoptee and recent widow who has lost her house due to her husband's gambling addiction. Sounds like true melodrama, right? Shouldn't you feel sorry for poor Sydney? Yes, but she comes across as caustic and rude, and quite frankly, I just did not like her. Even after much self-pity and introspection on the Florida island to which she escapes she still is a bit harsh. Fortunately for Sydney, with the help of her best friend who owns a B&B, and who provides a place for her to stay - rent free - while Sydney finds her way, the future is paved with an attractive man, a newly discovered family, and a successful career. Now I will say that just as many English major dreams of obtaining a PhD, so do knitters dream of owning their own shop. The reality is quite different than the dream, but not for our girl Syd! I don't think that is what bothered me most about this book, but it surely contributed to it. Maybe there's something to Sydney that the reader can't see; perhaps she's not really bad, she's just written that way. Even though I may have gotten a little teary eyed at the end of the book, blisters, hangnails, and splinters make me cry too. I didn't hate this book, but I didn't love it either, so I'll read the second book in the series, but mostly out of pure curiosity with the hope that maybe good sex with her beau, Noah, might help to mellow Sydney a bit.