The romanticism of Mexico was a little annoying at times, though to her credit there was a character in the story who did that and became a figure of ridicule for it. Apart from that, lush imagery, a page-turner of a story, characters that became close personal friends, a few good laughs and a couple of really fine cryings, one in the chapter entitled Exit the Widow – very much the place my own mother was in at the time I was reading it, in too much pain to make a graceful exit but determined to carry it off.