The premise sounded wonderful when I discovered it on the longlist for the Orange Prize.
In 1704 a few hundred men were struggling to maintain a colony in Louisiana. Young women were sent from France to join them. To support them as their wives, to raise children and build a community.
One of them was Elizabeth Savaret, an orphan who had been raised by an aunt and uncle. Because it was their duty. She had little chance of finding a husband at home, but the New World held alluring possibilities.
And so the stage was set. An endearing heroine - who thinned out the linen in her trunk to make room for books - and masses of story potential.
Sure enough Elizabeth was quickly married, and passionately in love with her husband. How did they meet, what drew them together, how did their relationship grow. I haven't the slightest idea!
And that was my problem with this book.
So many crucial moments, in fact all of the major turning points of Elizabeth life were passed over. The story showed me Elizabeth's life, but I couldn't get to the heart of it.
I wanted to. She was an interesting character. She grew into a strong, independent woman, but a woman who was often blinded by her almost obsessive devotion to her husband.
He would let her down. Badly. And that would change the course of her life.
A ship's boy who arrived in Louisiana at the same time as Elizabeth crossed paths with Elizabeth and her husband more than once. Their destinies were linked. And another young Frenchwoman, who travelled along the same path as Elizabeth some years after, would also play a pivotal role.
Yes, the story was well constructed and well written.
Louisiana and life in the colony was very well evoked, with lots of telling details.
If only the Elizabeth's heart and mind had been better illuminated, if only the people around her had been drawn with just a little more detail, this could have been an enthralling historical novel.
Instead though it was maddening!