I have to admit, this story had me blubbing on at least half a dozen different occasions (and I never blub at chick lit!!). I'd loved Nicola Yeager's previous novellas (and this is much longer than a novella. Does that make it a novel?) but I wasn't expecting to be so moved by this, her latest. At first, you can feel little sympathy for the heroine, Saskia Lucas, who lives a spoilt life of pampered luxury at the expense of a much older man (she's late twenties, he's almost seventy!). We find her on holiday with him in Portugal and at first might be a little envious of her lifestyle. But as soon as we get to know her better and learn about her past, we realise that she has, for want of a better phrase, sold her soul, and is dying inside. This is made all the more poignant by the flashbacks to the time she spent in Cornwall as a nineteen year old, and by the details of how she met the love of her life, a local surfer called Kirstan, and how they parted ways (God - my eyes are filling with tears as I'm typing this! Damn you, Yeager!). I won't spoil the story for you, but you really, really have to read this. It's written with Yeager's usual witty, punchy, sparkling style and has loads of great characters, from the repellent, creepy Estelle, to the lovely, sexy Australian surfing instructress Janica. I wish I'd saved this for my holiday in three weeks time, but I guess I'll have to read it all over again. Can't wait!