Ms Cartland and Rieu have quite a lot in common. Cartland wrote 700-plus books and Rieu is hard on her heels with his endless string of CDs and DVDs. Ms Cartland's novelettes appealed to millions of readers in the same way Rieu's brand of music does: always the same theme with only slight variations, a certain level of professionalism in the execution, a profusion of frills, soft lights, gilded candelabras, crystal chandeliers, beautiful people and ditto smiles against the backdrop of resplendent romantic scenery and eternal sunshine. But ultimately it does not satisfy because essentially it is all outward appearance but no substance. Where are the sense of the unexpected, the thrill of discovery, the excitement of experiment, the tang of bitter and even the joy of disappointment, the real inspiration? These no longer feature in Rieu's musical palette. When you feel comfortable with this (and most people will), then by all means dig in. When you're looking for something a bit more challenging look elsewhere.