I wished I was a character in this book. It is a great story about love, loss, grief and joy. The house in Provence is as much a character as the people. Heidi is stuck in her mourning of Henry. She finds her senses dulled with loss. Her son, Abbott is struggling with his own fears of death and obsessive compulsive disorder. And Charlotte, Heidi's niece, is struggling with her place in a broken family--defining her role in the family. The three rescue each other in the magical house in Provence, after being forced to start over from scratch.
I wished it was a warm summer day with lots of sunshine and a gentle breeze when I read this, instead of the dreary rainy day it was.
It is the kind of book I was sad to finish because it was so sensual--engaging my senses. I could feel and hear and taste the book. I laughed out loud and I found myself tearing up. It had the feeling of Under the Tuscan Sun. I will definitely check out more novels by this author, Julianna Baggott (writing under the pseudonym Bridget Asher).
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