I am a longtime fan of Jenny Colgan and have read all of her books. This series has been one of my favourites. But this one... I think Colgan has said a lot of things she didn't necessarily intend to say.
Such as: Whatever women think and want is not important, the man will make the decision (Saif was at least self-aware that he was going against the wishes, expertise, and lived experience of absolutely every woman in his life, but Joel not so much - Joel just has one dangerous experience and suddenly he's fine now, deciding once again whether Flora will basically continue being treated like a secret relationship).
Such as: No woman's life is complete without a baby. And if a woman's life is in pieces, if she needs help, if she is unhappy, well, she just needs a baby. Babies fix everything.
Such as: A woman's life is defined by her children, revolves around her children, and she has no identity beyond being a mother (Senga was a particularly sharp example of this, and it felt like the appalling treatment of her was completely dismissed).
Such as: Refugees should go back where they came from. Refugees who don't go back where they came from are not living up to their duty to rebuild. Refugees who don't go back where they came from, but build a life in a new place, are weak and selfish.
Such as: People who live and love outside the norm don't get the happy ending (this goes for Lorna, who apparently must never be forgiven for being an independent woman living alone, and Fintan, and both their relationships).
Such as: Even your best friend in the world will never call out someone being brutally unkind to you. And seeing people habitually abusing their partners in public (Jan to Charlie) will not prompt anyone to intervene in any way.
Again, I don't think these were things Colgan set out to say. But all through the second half of the book... this is the message. And I have to say, I am exhausted by the relentless punishment of Lorna. Up until now, I liked to think Lorna's plotline was so incredibly sad because it was leading up to the Best Resolution Of Them All, but based on this book, I'm no longer holding out for that. Normally I finish a Jenny Colgan novel (with only one or two exceptions) feeling rather hopeful, a tiny bit optimistic that there are good outcomes possible for those of us who don't usually get them. This one just felt like a reminder that if you don't quite fit the mould, you'd better just practice being happy for your more conventional friends: no happy ending is coming for you.