Her most and best yet--Rosamunde Pilcher is a younger practitioner of that older form the romance, and this time tells a pleasantly circumambient story primarily about Flora, who reluctantly agrees to be dubbed in as Rose, her just discovered twin sister. (Their parents had parted them at birth--she'd stayed with her father.) The imposture is in a good cause--Rose's presumed fiance, Antony, whom she's been loving and leaving in an impromptu fashion, has a dying grandmother, Tuppy, who would like to see her again. Tuppy's an appealingly tart-tongued old lady and Flora proves to be everything Rose should have been except Antony's wife. There's a more deserving locum at hand. . . . Utterly agreeable--the right book for when you take your hair down or put it up at the end of the day.