It was with much anticipation that I took Kate Morton's latest book on holiday with me recently.
I loved The Distant Hours and I was expecting another gothic mystery. The cover looked inviting and appealing in an historical fiction kind of way.
I started the book on the plane flight expecting to be whisked away into another Daphne du Maurier style story.
It didn't quite happen that way.
I thought I was tired and distracted.
So I persevered over the next two days...until I found myself skimming paragraphs, then whole pages and finally, I skimmed my way to the end to see if I had solved the 'secret'...and I had.
I was so disappointed I nearly cried.
The story was so slight, so easy, so uncomplicated I was bored. It felt lilke Morton was going through the motions, writing to a formula that was missing the 'x' factor!
You can read the first chapter for yourself here.
Maybe I was just having a bad day. But I ended up leaving my copy of the book in the B & B we stayed at - perhaps someone else will enjoy it!