A rather convoluted story about a young woman artist, Frankie, who decides to spend the winter in a Yorkshire cottage in the hopes of focusing on her painting. She meets a local man, Ned, who seems to like her well enough but will not respond to her advances. They seem to exist in a bubble of daily meetings for a glass of wine and civilized conversation, but as Frankie begins to get drawn into the life of the local community, she starts to find out the complexities in Ned's life and the reason why he is not acting upon his evident attraction.
The best parts of the book were those where Frankie is painting, or trying to paint, or just trying to get through the winter in her cottage. The plot was far-fetched, even Gothic, and the construction of the story, which made sense in the very last pages, required that the first chapter be essentially full of incomprehensible foreshadowing. The characters are not convincing. Frankie is very self-centered, and her determined pursuit of Ned does not make her any more sympathetic. Ned is too sweet to be true, and the villains in the piece are stereotypical.