Actual rating: 3.5, rounded up for originality and audacity! For most of the book, it seemed to follow the standard Gothic novel/romance plot, complete with all the tropes: spooky, creaky house, full of secrets, and a silly young woman who roams about the house and grounds upon hearing said sounds, only to never quite find the elusive cause of the noises! There's the required unpleasant man vs nice man conundrum of who will be the heroine's love interest, although that becomes obvious pretty quickly, as it slavishly follows the PRIDE AND PREJUDICE model. So the reader can hardly be blamed for the discomfort he feels when some very disturbing facts are revealed, but in such an offhand manner as to make the reader question, "did I really just read that? Is that actually what is meant?" The narrative continues on its, seemingly, serene way, with more peripheral characters being constantly introduced, each with an ax to grind against our heroine's deceased grandfather, Francis Hatton. By the time we are three-quarters of the way through the book, it seems like we will never escape the morass of accusatory characters, with their accompanying sub-plots, twisting loyalties, and strange bequests. Is there a murder mystery here, or is it all to do with mistaken identities and scandals?
As the threads FINALLY start coming together to make a recognizable pattern, one is shocked by the leading lady's, Francesca's, actions! She is far more complex than we have been lulled into thinking she was!
Let me make these observations: the book is not without flaws, some of them more serious than others. The worst issue is the impossible chronology of Francesca's parent's car accident. Francesca tells us she is 23, and the story states that the action takes place in 1916, meaning that she was born in 1893. Although the age she was at the time of the accident is vague, it is said that she was very young and had no memories at all of her parents or former home. So far, so good. The problem is that the accident supposedly was a fatal collision between an automobile and a heavy truck (lorry, as they refer to it.) If we assume the incident to have taken place in 1895, or 1896, there were no "trucks" or "lorries" of that type at that nascent time in the development of auto vehicles! It is also highly unlikely that a lone young woman, unchaperoned, would go off on a cross-country trek in a car in 1916! Not only were there shortages of gas (petrol) and reliable rubber tires, the "roads" themselves were few, far between and almost impossible to navigate. An upper class lady with an independent fortune, would definitely have traveled by train, possibly hiring cars to meet her at her various destinations. She would also have traveled with a maid or other female companion, not just with an elderly driver and a dubious single man. Your late 20th century, North American roots are showing, author Charles Todd!
Speaking of Charles Todd, I have a mixed relationship with him (them!) I enjoy the Inspector Rutledge books, although not many of them reach what I consider to be their potential. But I intensely dislike (dare I say, hate?) the Bess Crawford series, to the point of unreadability! I was intrigued by this "stand alone" title, and found it improved the further into it I got, until by the very end, I was not only hooked, but impressed! It's got more than one surprise up its sleeve, but it does take its time getting there.