I had never before read any books by Frances Fyfield. I therefore had no idea of what to expect and by reading the back cover, was expecting a pacy, modern thriller, perhaps in the style of Nicci French.
The central character Henry Evans, an American, embarks on a journey to Warbling in England, on a quest to look for his lost love of twenty years before, Francesca Chisholm. He finds out that she has committed some terrible crime, and is drawn into the world of the inhabitants of Warbling, who all seem to have something to hide...
I was at first disappointed at the seemingly slow pace, but as I read on, was captivated by the beautiful, old-fashioned, effortless writing of the author. An author takes time to engage the reader into the lives of the characters and the setting in which they lived. There is certainly an undercurrent in the author's writing style, a sense of the ominous, whenever you turn the page.
The only criticism I have, is that I never felt passionately enough about any of the characters. The book is so removed from being over emotional that it prevents the reader from feeling strongly for the characters.
A compelling read nevertheless.