It's no secret that I love Trisha Ashley's books and the interconnecting characters and worlds she creates. I eagerly awaited this book, and pre-ordered it on my Kindle. Sadly, I left said Kindle at home when I took a recent trip to England. Good came from bad, since I wound up with a print copy that is so festive and charming, I don't mind owning two copies. The gorgeous cover, with its foil ornaments and sparkly snow, is like a holiday present unto itself. And what was inside was my first Christmas read of the season: And it turned out to be a real treat!
Set in the Lancashire village of Sticklepond, the book introduces new characters and revisits old favorites. I'd be quite content if Trisha did nothing but write daily episodes describing the goings-on of the village. I also luxuriate in her descriptions of the shops, buildings, decorations, and festivals that take place in the north of England. Of course, I enjoy her plots, and hang on every word until the end, but what I come back to this author for time and again are the worlds she paints so vividly.
This book features a single mother named Cally, abandoned and told to get an abortion by her childish, selfish boyfriend who's cheating on her in Antarctica, while on a scientific expedition. Cally bravely forges on with her pregnancy and births Stella, a wise and bright little girl with a defective heart that requires a frightening and risky surgery that can only be done overseas. On top of the emotionality of the situation, the young mother doesn't readily have the funds, and is actually quite alone in the world as the book begins.
She must give up her home and career in London to move back in with her distracted but caring artist mother. Now ensconced in village life, she meets caramel-eyed Jago who looks like a sexy pirate, and is nursing his own broken heart. Cally has no time for anything but the task at hand, so she talks herself out of the attraction she feels, and focuses on friendship.
Despite the fact that Cally's family, the Almonds, are black sheep of the village for some very hush-hush reasons, the townsfolk band together to help raise money to care for the child in need. The colorful cast of characters is led by a former rockstar turned vicar, and includes a warlock in the vein of Dumbledore, various kind-hearted busybodies and gossips, a 102-year-old landowner and fan of the ill little girl, and a young mothers' group.
It was so much fun to watch the friendship between Cally and Jago develop, and to watch it turn the corner into the first blossoms of love. Personally, this is what I want from a romance novel: For the people I care about to get together despite obstacles. This novel gave me what I wanted but not without some nail-biting and "what ifs?".
Here's a warning, though: If you are dieting, proceed with caution. Cally is a food writer and a baker and Jago makes specialty French wedding cakes from stacks of profiteroles, joined by webs of sugar strands. Few pages go by without a luscious description of something delicious to eat. My take on it was this, though — it's the holidays, and not time for restraint. If you wind up drinking a glass of wine, and eating mince pies or plates of cookies while cozied up with Wish Upon a Star, it's how it should be. This book is meant to bring comfort and joy. That's what I came for, and that's what I got.
I gave it 5 stars because it delivered on its promise. From the cover and the blurb (and the author's reputation) I expected a warm, rich, witty, quirky tale with lots of atmosphere and a happy ending. She nailed it! I only wish there were another just like it in my queue, because I already miss Sticklepond.
*Extra bonus: This book would make an excellent hostess gift for any romance lover you know. You don't even have to wrap it! It's so pretty, just tie on a ribbon, and hand it over as you walk in out of the cold. My guess is that you'll be rewarded with a big, fat hot chocolate or a glass of mulled wine.