THE HILLS ARE ETERNAL by Sara Hylton

THE HILLS ARE ETERNAL

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KIRKUS REVIEW

Another of Hylton's hearty period Yorkshire romantic puddings, with a spirited but highly susceptible heroine outlasting do-badders and attracting men (here there are four lurees), all in great-house/horse-and-dog environs. Tessa Chalfant's widowed mother had wed unwisely, and Tessa's grandfather (whom she'll never know) had ordered Tessa's mum never to darken the door of Glamara (the family estate) again. Genteel Mother struggles to earn a living, then marries a mill-owning boor, who will indirectly cause her death. It is not until after Tessa's miserable stretch as a companion to a girl whose father has an ugly sexual bent, that at last Tessa finds her way to Glamara to be clasped to the collective family bosom. Leading the parade of lovers: first, a fiancÉ who will be snatched away (before his death in WW I) by the same nasty beauty who'll be the next mistress of Glamara. Then there's a crippled soldier whose mother is up to no good; next, true love leads to pregnancy--and tragedy; and, finally, lasting love blooms while Tessa's ex-mother-in-law stirs her cauldron. Ends with a scenic clinch near the moors. Trots and canters over the hillsides, good works and devotion from the lower ranks, and, of course, grand occasions. Soothing as a nursery tea with jam.

Pub Date: Nov. 17th, 1986
Publisher: St. Martin's