I don’t think there was a book I was more excited to read this year than this one and happily, I wasn’t disappointed. It’s been three long years since the last novel, The Garden of Lamentations, and I have missed Crombie’s perceptive take on human nature. It’s character that dominates her novels. Characters are the alpha and omega of her writing, and this book is no exception to the rule.
I have to say I nearly swooned when I discovered the book was set in the Cotswolds. There can be no more English village-y type setting, and contemporary writers from Erin Hart to Elizabeth George to G.M. Malliet have taken this classic setting and run with it. There’s a depth to Deborah Crombie’s writing that sets her apart, and it percolates through every detail of her novels, from setting to plot to whatever she has chosen to examine in a particular book.