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201 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published January 1, 1975
'Casually she rubbed its dusty surface on her sleeve, then as one does almost instinctively with a looking-glass, she held it up to look at herself. A moment passed before she realised that what she was seeing was not her own face. . .'I have given absolutely dreadful books 4 star ratings because I loved them regardless of their poor quality. But this 4 star rating is because the book was quite well-written, certainly very thorough and contrived in its time-slip plot, but I didn't love it. It's one of those plodding, dreary books with a sullen teenage protagonist and cold, distant family members. Elizabeth Martin starts somewhat depressed and miserable, and then things get worse. They plateau, for awhile, as she discovers she can almost seamlessly slide into 18th century Robinsheugh as Elizabeth Melville. And then there's the odd discordant note on the spinet (harpischord-like piano precursor), and we're told that things are about to get much worse.
Robinsheugh stands in the Scottish Border Country, a region where the line between the past and the present seems curiously indefinite. Elizabeth Martin is sent there to spend a summer with an aunt who seems more concerned with Robinheugh's eighteenth-century owners than with her own niece, though a few years back the two of them had enjoyed a warm friendship. To Elizabeth, desperately lonely, unsure of herself and of others, the old house itself offers a strange alternative to misery - but one for which a harsh price has to be paid.
'It is dominated by the theme of the historical imagination and its power under certain circumstances to eclipse the present entirely. . . an impressive first book.'
The Times Literary Supplement