Mild as malted milk (see above: Horlicks) and just as comforting.
British single mother finds love.
Nel Innes is as busy as a bee, what with raising teenaged daughter Fleur and selling mistletoe at the local farmers’ market. She has many friends, who all seem able to make a living selling artsy-craftsy-jammy-waxy things to each other. Overall, life has rolled along pleasantly enough since she moved to this Cotswolds village as a very young widow. There’s even old Reg at the fruit and veg stall to give her an appreciative wink now and then. But will she ever know the sweaty ecstasy of a horizontal tango again? Yes! New acquaintance Jake, a lawyer, knows just how to tangle up the sheets, and he even makes a fine cup of Horlicks for that nurturing afterglow found only in mommy-lit sex. Nel wraps herself in his too-big bathrobe and sinks into guilty gloom. Should she have gone that far with a devastatingly attractive, kind, intelligent, successful man after ten celibate years? (Reader, do not shout the obvious answer. These are characters in a book.) As it turns out, Jake represents the villains, who are trying to wrest control of hospice-owned land that may or may not have been willed to the pure-hearted farmers’-market stallholders. Committees are formed! Meetings are held! When will the rich people realize that a huge, vulgar housing estate teeming with Johnny-come-latelies is about to spring up on their patrician doorstep? Will all the poor people from the hospice be turned out into the cold and totter away into the sunset waving their canes? Was Jake’s gorgeous car bought with tainted money from unprincipled people with no taste? Can anyone doubt that there will be a happy ending to this predictable tale from the author of, among others, Highland Fling (2003)?
Mild as malted milk (see above: Horlicks) and just as comforting.Pub Date: Dec. 1, 2004
ISBN: 0-312-33332-3
Page Count: 368
Publisher: St. Martin's
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Oct. 1, 2004
Anyone who believes in true love or is simply willing to accept it as the premise of a winding tale will find this debut an...
True love flares between two people, but they find that circumstances always impede it.
On a winter day in London, Laurie spots Jack from her bus home and he sparks a feeling in her so deep that she spends the next year searching for him. Her roommate and best friend, Sarah, is the perfect wing-woman but ultimately—and unknowingly—ends the search by finding Jack and falling for him herself. Laurie’s hasty decision not to tell Sarah is the second painful missed opportunity (after not getting off the bus), but Sarah’s happiness is so important to Laurie that she dedicates ample energy into retraining her heart not to love Jack. Laurie is misguided, but her effort and loyalty spring from a true heart, and she considers her project mostly successful. Perhaps she would have total success, but the fact of the matter is that Jack feels the same deep connection to Laurie. His reasons for not acting on them are less admirable: He likes Sarah and she’s the total package; why would he give that up just because every time he and Laurie have enough time together (and just enough alcohol) they nearly fall into each other’s arms? Laurie finally begins to move on, creating a mostly satisfying life for herself, whereas Jack’s inability to be genuine tortures him and turns him into an ever bigger jerk. Patriarchy—it hurts men, too! There’s no question where the book is going, but the pacing is just right, the tone warm, and the characters sympathetic, even when making dumb decisions.
Anyone who believes in true love or is simply willing to accept it as the premise of a winding tale will find this debut an emotional, satisfying read.Pub Date: Oct. 16, 2018
ISBN: 978-0-525-57468-2
Page Count: 400
Publisher: Crown
Review Posted Online: July 30, 2018
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Aug. 15, 2018
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With frank language and patient plotting, this gangly teen crush grows into a confident adult love affair.
Eleven years ago, he broke her heart. But he doesn’t know why she never forgave him.
Toggling between past and present, two love stories unfold simultaneously. In the first, Macy Sorensen meets and falls in love with the boy next door, Elliot Petropoulos, in the closet of her dad’s vacation home, where they hide out to discuss their favorite books. In the second, Macy is working as a doctor and engaged to a single father, and she hasn’t spoken to Elliot since their breakup. But a chance encounter forces her to confront the truth: what happened to make Macy stop speaking to Elliot? Ultimately, they’re separated not by time or physical remoteness but by emotional distance—Elliot and Macy always kept their relationship casual because they went to different schools. And as a teen, Macy has more to worry about than which girl Elliot is taking to the prom. After losing her mother at a young age, Macy is navigating her teenage years without a female role model, relying on the time-stamped notes her mother left in her father’s care for guidance. In the present day, Macy’s father is dead as well. She throws herself into her work and rarely comes up for air, not even to plan her upcoming wedding. Since Macy is still living with her fiance while grappling with her feelings for Elliot, the flashbacks offer steamy moments, tender revelations, and sweetly awkward confessions while Macy makes peace with her past and decides her future.
With frank language and patient plotting, this gangly teen crush grows into a confident adult love affair.Pub Date: April 10, 2018
ISBN: 978-1-5011-2801-1
Page Count: 416
Publisher: Gallery Books/Simon & Schuster
Review Posted Online: Jan. 22, 2018
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Feb. 1, 2018
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