Another in her newer cushy Mary Stewart mode -- cafe espresso reading with all the attractive scenic touches, this time in Venice. Julia goes there having received a one-way ticket, from some unknown. The facts of her life before then have been much less providential -- marriage to Breckon whom she's been misled into believing was worthless, and following the divorce the child she'd given up -- to whom? The boy will be in Venice and so will Breckon and not too far away -- the unsuspected (to Julia) man behind all her unhappy past. . . . For all the ladies who will make their couchette reservation at the circulation desk -- surely sure.