A dreary debut about a young man who abandons Manhattan for a new life—and love—in a small town upstate.
Brian Duncan thinks he has it all: fast-track job as account executive at a public relations firm, true love in the shape of beautiful, ambitious colleague Maddie Chasen. Naturally, he discovers he was living in a fool's paradise when he stops by Maddie's apartment and discovers her in bed with their boss. Thoroughly disgusted, he resigns and heads up the Hudson River to the fictional hamlet of Linden Corners, where an old windmill catches his eye and halts his flight. He gets a job tending bar, comes to know the locals, and meets the windmill's owner, Annie Sullivan. A lovely, widowed artist with a seven-year-old daughter, Annie is descended from the town's early settlers, one of whom built the windmill; she's bent on preserving the dilapidated but historic structure for generations to come. Brian is smitten by her charm and talent. They share picnics and bike rides and life stories and tender kisses—until Maddie shows up and interrupts their bucolic idyll by fooling Annie into thinking Brian has slept with her again. He must go back to the Big Apple, foil the schemes of his treacherous boss, and break definitively with Maddie before Annie can believe he'll always be there for her. Then a violent thunderstorm threatens the windmill, and Annie is severely injured by an accidental blow from one of its huge sails. Will she live to love again? Will Brian ever find happiness?
Tepid, get-out-the-Kleenex romance, riddled with greeting-card profundities and one too many windmill metaphors from a writer who is certainly no Cervantes.